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notepadsandtealeaves · 3 years

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Asahi Azumane x GN!Reader in: Liar, Liar…

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↠ Prompt: “In my defense, I was left unsupervised.”

Cuddles with Asahi are what dreams are made of.

…under normal circumstances you’re more than happy to be his humanoid teddy bear—however, comma, these are most assuredly not normal circumstances.

↠ In which your darling lover is totally, very much not afraid at all—where’d you get such a silly idea??

↠ I had a lot of fun writing this one but I kinda wanna throw hands with Suga now lol.

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Cuddles with Asahi are what dreams are made of.

Long, toned arms always leave you feeling safe and secure, while the deep timbre of his voice lulls you into a state of syrupy relaxation as he hums to you or chatters on about his day. His hands are just as comforting when they find their way into your hair or underneath your shirt to rub soothing patterns into your skin. Over a decade’s worth of dedication to the sport that he still loves so well have left them deft, strong, and more than able to pull any and all tension from your muscles and reduce you into a puddle in a matter of minutes.

More often than not this tailored care leads to you knocking out in fairly short order—usually with your body stretched out over his, your face pillowed against his broad chest—but if he finds your literally falling asleep on him annoying he’s never shown it. In fact he’s more given to cooing at you whenever you wake up from your impromptu naps if only to see the cute faces you make whenever you’re feeling flustered.

Yeah, under normal circumstances you’re more than happy to be his humanoid teddy bear—however, comma, these are most assuredly not normal circumstances.

You know something’s up when you come home to find every light in your shared apartment flipped on and Asahi wearing a blanket like a hooded cape. There’s something mindless on the television—a program about fishing from what you can hear, an activity that he has absolutely no interest in—leading you to believe that he has the thing on solely for company, just a distraction to keep the sounds of the building settling into itself at bay.

Individually or even in pairs none of these things would raise flags, but together they create a triforce of anxiety. Add to that the string of texts you’ve been steadily receiving over the past few hours asking when you’d be getting back home, and it’s more than clear that he’s scared as hell.

This point is proven further when he screeches at the sound of the door clicking shut.

Faster than someone his size really should be able to move, he tosses the blanket before damn near tackling you into a bone crushing hug. It takes the better part of a minute to convince him to let you go long enough to at least lock the door and get your shoes off, though once you’re done he quickly scoops you back up.

Despite how damn obvious it is that he’s shook, he rebuffs your inquiries as to the why of it all with raised hands and rapidly spoken words.

“Oh no, I’m fine sweetie, I just missed you!” “Everything’s all good, I promise!” “Pssh! Nah, I’m not scared. What reason would I have to be scared inside of my own, extremely well-lit home?”

The forced laughter and wide, frantic quality of his gaze robs his words of what little credence they have—not that it hadn’t been abundantly clear from jump that he was spewing complete and utter bullshit, of course. Still, you’re too tired to pry it out of him, especially when you know that he’ll break on his own sooner or later. And so you go on to do your nightly routine. Having a six foot three, two hundred-plus pound man hanging off of you means that the process isn’t nearly as efficient as it could be, but you make do, even enjoy it a bit when he follows you into the shower.

Though now that he has you in some sort of weird WWE-equse, back bear hug thing you’re starting to review your stance.

The grip that he has on you is so tight that you’re convinced he’s trying to literally fuse the two of you together via osmosis or something. He’s scrunched himself down enough to bury his face between your shoulder blades, while his legs have come up to lock around your thighs. It’s almost like he’s doing a weirdly modified version of the child’s pose with your spine serving as his yoga mat. Thankfully it isn’t too uncomfortable, yet. It’s definitely not a position that either of you can sustain throughout the night, or in your case, the next five minutes.

When you shift in an attempt to get a bit more comfortable Asahi whines and pulls you back into him more fully, a thing that would’ve been a whole helluva lot cuter if he wasn’t on the verge of cutting off your circulation. When you tell him as much he mumbles out something that sounds suspiciously like “Leave me alone”, though he does loosen up his grip enough for you to turn so that you’re facing him.

The bedside lamp that he insisted on leaving on—“You know, so you don’t trip if you have to go to the bathroom or something!”—casts a soft golden hue over the whole of his face, and the resulting effect almost seems to leave his dusky irises glowing. Unfortunately this only serves to highlight the latent terror that flickers around just below their depths.

You arch a brow at him in a silent bid for him to tell you about whatever it is that has him so paranoid, but the only reply you get is a sheepish smile. You roll your eyes at his continued foolishness even as you scoot closer to press a kiss against pillow-soft lips. When you part some odd seconds later he does look a bit calmer, but he’s still not talking. This leaves you with the distinct impression that whatever has caused all this mess is probably silly and-or embarrassing for him, but–

“Come on bubs, you know I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” you remind him as you card your fingers though the loose wave of his hair.

For his part, Asahi preens under your care, his eyes fluttering close and his mouth parting around a drawn out sigh of contentment as he leans more fully into your touch. When he finally speaks a few moments later his voice is draggy with the sleep that he’s been forcibly keeping at bay all this time. “I, uhh… I may have watched something that I shouldn’t have.”

“And that would be…?”

“…Tucker and Dale versus Evil…”

You have to bite down on your laughter. That movie isn’t even scary, just dumb and kinda gory, but your man has never done well with the sight of blood. Still, that doesn’t explain why he was clinging to your back like a baby koala for the better part of the last hour, so you know there has to be more to it.

“And? What else?”

You drag your nails lightly over his scalp as you ask the question in hopes that it’ll relax him enough to loosen his tongue a bit more. Your plan works after a fashion, though his mumbled answer is too low and rushed for you to catch. When you ask him to repeat it he shudders a bit before wriggling down your body once more, only stopping once his face can rest against your tummy. That this has left him completely covered by layers of blankets should be more concerning to him; he can’t possibly be breathing comfortably under there, but he must think the illusion of added safety to be a fair trade off.

He wrap his arms around you again, heaving a sigh after several long seconds of contemplative finger tapping against your raised hip. The moist warmth of his breath passes through your thin night shirt easily to break against your skin, and soon after he’s nosing the material up and away so that he can press his cheek directly against you; the light scrape of his chin scruff leaves the muscles there contracting under the ticklish stimulation and you can almost swear that you can feel him smiling against you.

You allow him to cuddle into your stomach for a bit while you go back to playing with his hair, though when it gets to be too much stimulation you lift up the covers only to find that he’s already looking up at you with owlish eyes.

“It was that bad, huh?”

“It was The Haunting in Connecticut, so yeah.”

Yep, that’ll do it.

“Asa-baby,” you start, half sighing, half laughing the endearment, “why would you do that to yourself?”

“Well in my defense, I was left unsupervised,” he tells you, a huff of laughter punctuating the statement as he finally crawls out from his cocoon.

He lies down on the pillow next to you, and its limited width forces your heads so close together that your breaths become shared things, so close that all he really has to do to kiss you is purse his lips. When he pulls back he props himself up on one arm, with his free hand moving to tangle with yours.

“Or, well, Suga was there too, but…” He lets the amendment trail off as he watches the way his long fingers curl around yours in a practiced dance, though the scoff he lets out belies the softness in his gaze. “‘Fun boys night’ my ass. He’s banned from picking movies for, like, ever.”

Koshi fucking Sugawara. Why are you not surprised to find that he had something to do with all of this?

With that agent of chaos in the mix he probably—no, definitely—would have been better off alone.

“Eye Mole’s gonna get it next time I see him,” you tell, promise, your man. That he doesn’t even attempt to defend his friend as he usually would is testament to just how badly that damned movie scared him.

Oh yeah, you’re definitely gonna fuck up Suga’s day.

As you silently plot your revenge, Asahi pulls you back into his arms with a murmur of “Be my safety blanket?” and when asks so sweetly who are you to refuse?

He tucks your head in under his chin while his hands make their home against the warmth of your back underneath your shirt. He kneads at the muscles there, mumbling apologies for squeezing you so tightly earlier, and promising to make it up to you with an extra special breakfast in the morning. You don’t even bother with telling him that’s not necessary since you know he’s gonna do it regardless; instead you cuddle deeper into his warm as the long day you had finally takes its due.

Always as ever you find yourself drifting closer and closer to sleep as he continues to lull you with touch and words both. As your consciousness gives itself over to the realm of dreams you decide that revenge can wait for now—but not forever.

The following weekend…

Koshi accepts the bento from his lover with one of his signature smiles and as much of a gracious bow as he can manage while sitting. It’s a bit lighter than what he expects, but then again there are nearly half a dozen containers left in the basket.

This one probably just has some salad or something in it, he reasons as he watches them unpack the rest of the boxes and spread them out on the checkered blanket.

Honestly he had been surprised when the idea of a picnic was suggested as his partner was usually so adamantly against all the annoyances that came along with eating outdoors, but they’d insisted that it was only right that they get out and enjoy the day, especially since their respective jobs kept them both inside more often than not.

And now, sitting here under the balmy warmth of the early autumn sun with good food and even better company he finds himself sighing in contentment.

What an excellent day to be alive.

As he begins to release the box from the binding cloth he catches movement out of the corner of his eye; it’s only slightly odd to find a phone being pointed at him, but figuring his baby probably just wants to snap a picture or two for their Insta he puts on his most handsome of grins before continuing on in his task.

Said grin falters before widening into something comical under the force of his scream.

“Sn-snake! Snake-in-the-box, fuc-fuckin’ snake in the box, holy shit!!”

In his panic he attempts to fling the thing as far away from himself as possible, but he fumbles the toss and accidentally lobs the creature directly onto his lunch buddy instead. This leads to even more terror on his part until he realizes that they’re laughing and not sobbing like he initially thought.

“Wha-? Is… Is it not…?” He extends a singular finger and pokes at the snake only to find that– “It’s rubber.” The revelation is spoken in an impressively flat voice as he falls back onto his haunches.

They roll their eyes at that. “Well duh.”

“Babe, why?” he whines, stretching out the words as he pouts at the phone that’s still being pointed at him. “Is this some type of TikTok thing that I don’t know about yet?”

“Nah, bitch—it’s revenge.”

The voice that floats though the phone’s speaker is as vicious as it is amused, unsurprising given its owner and what he did to their boyfriend just last week.

Koshi breathes out his friend’s name before laughing a bit. “Well I can’t say I didn’t deserve it, buuut… This makes us even, yeah?”

“I don’t know. What do you think, Asa?”

He can practically hear the shrug in the former Ace’s voice as he says, “Eh, it’s a start.”

He nearly chokes at that. The Asahi that he once knew would never, but honestly? He’s glad his friend has finally grown a backbone (the continued and violent aversion to poorly timed jump scares and sketchy special effects notwithstanding).

Still, “What the hell man?? You used to be nicer.”

____ scoffs at that. “Whatever, you’ll live.”

“Probably,” Asahi tacks on before cutting the vid-call.

And it was at this moment—sitting in a space that didn’t quite feel as hospitable as it once did, with his friend’s parting word still echoing in his mind—that Koshi Sugawara knew he fucked up.

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wanna-do-bad-things · 4 years

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Expecting.

Summary: Tired of dating for nothing, Henry laid everything out for her on that very first date. But when he gets everything he hoped for, there’s one thing left that he really wants.

Word count: 1683

Warnings: trying to get pregnant (no heartbreak tho, it just takes a lil time), fluffy baby daddy Henry

A/N: this was for @henrythickcavill, requested via my patreon.

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Henry has been on cloud nine ever since she told him she was pregnant. Tired and mentally exhausted trying to find the right person, Henry had all but given up. It’s not that he was actively looking for a girlfriend, or wife in his case, but he did hope that when the right person came along, he’d just know. He’d feel it in his bones. He didn’t think it would happen like it does in the movies, where everything aligns, everything tastes better, music sounds better and he can breathe like he’s never breathed before. But he thought he’d feel something different.

She didn’t breeze into his life. She didn’t make him understand now why everything else hadn’t worked out. But what she did do was make him wonder how the hell he’d managed to feel so complete before when he felt bursting at the seams when he was around her. He’d laid it all on the table on their first date.

“I know this is a little full on, but I’m going to be honest with you. I can’t keep doing meaningless dates. If you’re not looking for something serious, something long term and possibly the end goal, then this date isn’t going to go far. You can leave, I’ll still pay for the bill, but I won’t hold it against you. I understand not everyone will be on the same page.”

Instead of pushing her chair back, grabbing her coat and bag and walking out of the restaurant, she pulled her chair a little closer, poured them both a drink and said, “so what colour theme are we having at the wedding and how many children are we having?”

She took an open interest in what he had to say, she challenged him on a few of his viewpoints just for a good conversation piece. They shared many of the same opinions and differed on a handful but nothing deal breaking or something that neither could get past. Henry understood that not everyone was the same and listening to her speak was amazing. He adored that they were on the same page when it came to values and their life.

As the weeks and months went on, he tried to trip her up. Tried to catch her out and see if she was just spoon feeding him everything he wanted to hear but no, it continued to flow almost perfectly. Henry took her on several vacations per year, she joined him on set, rode him when he needed his stress relieving and helped him with his lines. She was by no means a good actress, but she would try to put her feelings into it, try to give the script some sort of justice and helped Henry when he needed it.

They married three years later, with her joking that Henry would rush her down the aisle just so he could get straight to the baby making part of marriage. But it didn’t happen as quickly as either of them hoped. She came off her birth control and though they’d lose themselves within the sheets (or on the counter tops, table, against the hallway wall, the sofa, his gaming chair…just anywhere which could hold their weight,) as often as possible without wanting to take the fun out of sex and just have it for the sake of having a baby, pregnancy just wasn’t as easy to happen as they’d thought.

A year and half into their marriage, she’d began to draw up schedules, bought thermometers to check her temperature and downloaded several “trying to get pregnant” apps. She tracked her cycles, found the optimum times for having sex and had started to pitch it all to Henry when she realised she was two weeks late.

He’d sat there before her, waiting for her to reach the main part of her big presentation of why looking at their baby making schedule would be most effective when he’d watched the blood drain from her face and her scramble out of the room, roughly slamming the bathroom door closed and lock it before he’d been able to fully understand what had just happened. He’d heard things dropping onto the floor, things being torn open and as he’d stood nervously on the other side of the bathroom door, his hand on the wooden surface, listening carefully for anything which could give him an idea of what had happened, he’d finally heard the little sob that came from her.

“Are you ok?” He’d asked softly, not wanting to refer to her by any pet names, instead addressing her by her name. She hadn’t replied for a moment or two, just the sound of her soft cries filling the room in which he couldn’t access until she’d finally slid the lock open and he found her sitting on the floor, surrounded by torn open pregnancy test boxes and four tests sitting in front of her, letters boasting PREGNANT 4+ WEEKS on each of them.

Henry hadn’t wanted to go too crazy. He’d wanted this for too long and didn’t want to curse anything by purchasing anything too early. He’d gripped her hand, their fingers locked together, tears falling from his eyes as he’d pressed their hands to his lips as his eyes had remained fixated on the screen during her scan, watching as their two babies wriggled around for them. Watching as their tiny limbs stretched out and they flipped themselves around in their little bubble of comfort.

With each passing week, Henry ensured that he took care of any of the big jobs, needing her to take it as easily as possible. She hadn’t wanted to completely give up their workouts, and he’d make sure that he was there to observe each one, with a personalised plan specifically for pregnancy. They scoured the websites for the perfect nursery set up. With the babies genders remaining a secret, pots of neutral paint sits in the room. Dust sheets are down ready to catch any splatters of paint which hadn’t made it onto the walls. Tins of light colours are waiting to be applied and Henry has changed into his “DIY” clothes which are sweatpants and a loose, though still fitted for him, cotton tee shirt.

Most of the walls will be a pale grey to match the carpet, but there’ll be soft mint greens, duck egg blues, pale yellows scattered around the room in forms of cuddle bears, artwork and books that he wants to read to them. Two rocking chairs have been placed, and tested, and he already looks forward to sitting in them while reading to the two of them as they have their feed, much like he’s already done with her sitting beside him, their joined hands pressed to her large bump as he’d read some of his favourite childhood stories to them so that they would already recognise his voice. She’s due in one months’ time, and only now does he feel confident enough to begin to paint and assemble everything he’d bought.

She’d caught him in the middle of their living room two months ago, the boxes emptied out and him checking every screw, every nut, bolt and piece against the assembly instructions to ensure that everything was there, fully prepared with the phone and laptop beside him to make all the forms of contact needed to get the right parts sent out. “I’m not leaving it until last minute to then find out something is missing, or wrong or damaged and it’s too late.”

He’s strolled around the house with the double pram, telling her he needed to break in the wheels. He’s practiced for what felt like hours closing the pram and re-opening it again. Getting it in and out of the large car which he bought for the babies in mind. He’s tested numerous ways of picking up the baby carriers and how to get them in and out of the car with ease. He’s completed a baby first aid course and made sure he’s bought enough things to baby proof the house.

“You have some explaining to do.” She says, waddling into the doorway of the nursery, holding up some of the baby outfits he’s purchased.

“Look at the little cape though.” He grins, putting down the paint roller and tray before he’s even applied the first stroke. He walks over to her, his hand instinctively going to her belly as the other touches the cape of the baby vest which reads “my daddy is superman.”

“And this?” She holds up a mini Chiefs kit.

“I don’t make the rules around here. It’s law that they should match their daddy.”

“But what if they choose to suppo-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Henry cuts her off with a wag of his finger, “we don’t have none of that negativity around here. Absolutely not.” It takes everything she can muster not to crack another smile and to try and keep her expression as neutral as possible but the stern look upon Henry’s face makes it more difficult to do so.

“You can’t wait for this, can you?” She asks him as she sinks down into her rocking chair and slowly goes back and forth, sighing contently to get the weight from her swelling ankles and sore feet.

“Lumberjack beard, bags under my eyes so big I could do a months shopping in them and endless stories of ‘so yeah, my kid pooped today’ conversations. I can’t wait.”

“No dad bod?” She questions.

“I’m a daddy now, and I’ve got a body.” You sure are daddy, she thinks. If she weren’t suffering from her aching hips, she’d be wanting to climb onto his lap and ride him. He looks far too good right now.

“Yeah you have, now let me see that body of yours get to work….on this room. Not on me.” She says, holding up her finger and lifting a leg up as though that could stop Henry from covering her body with his own, “you’ve done enough.”

“Well, you know what they say… it helps to speed things along…”

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tentastic-yu-ki · 5 years

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just pentagon things

(with links to stuff !!)

this took me so long to make heheh but i hope you like it !! <3

jinho

v o c a l s from the gods

god herself cast her hands upon him and now he has the voice of a million angels

doing ALL the parts in bohemian rhapsody bc of course

HIGH NOTES

grandpa #1

a lil bean :’)

fake maknae

his fluffy bangs during naughty boy era are on the list of my favorite things ever

his cheeks y’all

ok but he looks eerily similar to jiheon from fromis_9 when they smile idk if i’m the only one who sees it but

whenever he does the little wave thingy you know what i’m talking about

he sings in fluent english and it makes my heart flutter every. single. time.

lowkey done with the rest of the members but loves them so much

yuto lifting him up at the end of naughty boy relay dance is basically that one scene from the lion king

tbh the members are always lifting him up and it’s precious

his lil cape during shine

hui

hwitaek in general is just bsidjsbdhdb

such a good leader :’)

i have no talent

mr hwitaek has all the talent

if i’m lucky some of mr hwitaeks talent may rub off on me

i just ?? love him ??!

his piano playing in the gorilla acoustic video makes me weak in the knees

pentagon of leader

y’all remember his twin brother manuel

i play jazz piano and holy shit i could only hope to gain half the talent he has in his hands alone let alone his vOICE

grandpa #2

i have so much appreciation for him and i look up to him a whole lot as a musician i just don’t know how to express my love

critical beauty was his era bitches

constantly being corrected by hongseok

such a groovy ass mf

lee hwitaek vs the english language

he is gorgeous !??!? kills me with his gaze

smile needs more appreciation

he killed it in triple h especially his vocals in 365 fresh

jangjigi jangjigi jang jang jang

hongseok

muscles

ABS :0

‘can i have a bite’ lmao

the group mom

but he’s a cool mom

his eyes are so frickin adorable :’)

absolutely hilarious oh my god

good ass storyteller

two words: his. lips.

his laugh is precious guys like i can’t

this video from the real man

when he shaved his hair off before the real man 300

hongseok x jinho ?? cute as hell

just lovely

such an underappreciated member

i stg whenever he speaks english it’s either to correct somebody, say hi to international fans, or its something completely ridiculous and i love it

e’dawn

y e l l i n g

he and hyuna being a power couple

Y E L L I N G

popping dancing

owned the gorilla era imo

Y E L L I N G

!! tattoos !!

a whole plant dad

his hairstyle suits him so well omg

did i mention yelling

i wish the best for him (and hyuna) and he’ll always be a part of pentagon in our hearts <3

his eyes when he smiles :’))))

video of him yelling in case you don’t know what i’m talking about

also this

I MISS HIM

S U P P O R T H I M or i’m coming for u

also support p nation !!

shinwon

hot shinwon yeah u want ?!

the visual

like the man is a whole model

i kinda just want to sit and have tea with him he seems like that kind of friend

his legs are so underrated

his breathy laugh is amazing

probably slowly losing his patience with the members

when i first got into pentagon i was like hm he seems like the mature one

but none of them are the mature one

booger

VOICE CRACK OF THE CENTURY

we will never forget

it seems like in fanfics he’s always some sort of ceo or manager or fashion designer and i’m here for it

always providing quality content whether he realizes it or not

always providing quality content whether we realize it or not

trying to make food while hui was asleep and then realizing he didn’t have chopsticks

his name is actually shinpon excuse you

absolutely losing his shit during the sha la la don’t smile challenge (13:11)

can you really blame him tho it was funny as hell

screaming + running in fear? shinwon invented that.

yeo one

he cares so much about universe :’)

compilation of him asking universe if we’ve eaten today because he cares

him almost kicking himself in the face that one time i can’t find the video agh

super lovable and wholesome

ok but his teeth

his smile is just so pretty ???

boi is drop dead gorgeous

so pure and just HKSNSBSJS

his asmr videos? yes king

he really expected me to sit there for almost an hour listening to him whisper the members names over and over?

and he was right because i did

yeo one makes me feel the same things i did when i saw bubbles in the air at disney world for the first time

he’s just like that

boyfriend material

HOW DARE I ALMOST FORGET THE SPONGEBOB IMPRESSIONS

saRANGhaeYOoOoo~

the boy is hilarious

yanan

aNNYEONG CHINGUDEUL

he just reminds me of a whole bottle of sprinkles yknow

like if rainbow sprinkles were a person

it’s yanan and yanan only

high note battle with jinho

he’s tol but his voice is smol

“don’t talk with me”

earrings lmao

probably smells like vanilla tbh

‘can you please edit this out?’

he’s literally gonna give me cavities with his sweetness

just from looking at pics of him

i like don’t even know what to say he’s just a ball of sunshine :’)))

so sweet i could put him in my coffee

he deserves so much more that he gets

sUCH A SWEET SOUL UGH~!

i’m running out of ways to reiterate that yanan deserves all the love in the world

y’all better appreciate him or i’m coming for u and ur whole family

he’s just out here chillin, his smile making the world a better place

my uwus? gone. snatched if you will

yuto

it’s ya boy toto

Y U T O D A

him being spooked by ghost stories

cLINGY !!!!!

two words: back. hugs.

i want a yuto hug hmph :((

his laugh is so cute i just-

him being spooked by the dark

NICO NICO NIIII~

his guy-fieri-reminiscent shirt

(you know the one)

him being spooked in general

i will protect this boy with my LIFE

we need more yuto aegyo

but also his visuals make me spontaneously combust

somebody call the fire brigade yknow

when he had the eyebrow slit i cried

im at a loss for how to express my love for adachi yuto

can i have his dangly earrings pls thanks

he’s always feeding everybody it’s so cute

our nagano boy :’)

cough excuse me i had something in my throat i meant our nagano pRINCE

this video of his ‘high note’ and wink never fails to make me laugh

he reminds me of this guy ive had a crush on for a long while ?? like personalitywise they’re oddly similar,, he’s cute n shy but also tall and vv clingy ??? and he recently started doing his hair differently and it’s literally yutos hairstyle i almost stopped breathing ok

also his hugs feel like what i imagine a yuto hug would feel like and i only realized it just now as i’m writing this

kino

he’s my little honeybunch cinnamon apple sugarplum gumdrop babyboy

i just love kang hyunggu a whole lot if you can’t tell by um

the rest of my blog

my profile image

my lockscreen ffs

do i even need to say that he’s my bias

duality? he invented that.

hyunggu being a cutie patootie vs kino being rUDE AS HELL

like he’s a grape juice box and a whole ass bottle of fine wine yknow what i mean

the lace blindfold ?? somebody pinch me

knnovation

i mean have y’all heard voicegasm ??

he did that shit

he’s under arrest for stealing my heart~

(and my uwus)

i don’t even need to say it bc y’all already know but he’s the dance KING

the violet bby

“he’s sensitive”

when hyojong changed the number song lyrics to joke about him being sensitive (2:25)

when he wears big sweaters :’)

i miss his lil ponytail during naughty boy

ppl never talk about this but he’s surprisingly good at languages ?!?

his laugh is one of my favorite sounds on the planet

that one move in can you feel it (01:55 in the mv) gets me every. single. time.

the kino list is long but i just have so much love for this boy

wooseok

he a long boi

HIS DIMPLE

i cant find the vid but there’s this one moment at a fansign or something where he just stepped over the table like it was a completely normal thing to do ?!???!?

HIS FACE IS SO VISUALLY PLEASING

i keep getting shocked over and over about how generally handsome he is

any hair works on him like ??? magic ?!?

screaming during lost paradise

and most songs

and most of the time anyway

i love him lots and lots tho

can pull off the goth look

can pull off the emo look

can pull off any look

he belongs in an opera lmfaooo

E X T R A

BUNNY BUNNY WOOSEOK WOOSEOK

his acrostic poems

i’m a star ? that shit sLAPS

this boy is carrying the entire rap industry on his bACK

i’m sad that i cant think of more stuff for wooseokie

#to make a long story short I love my 10 baby boys a whole lot #nova speaks #pentagon #jinho #hui #hongseok #e'dawn #shinwon #yeo one #yanan #yuto #kino #wooseok #ot10 #ptg #long post

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cuddleslutloki · 5 years

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2018 fics, a year in review

i’m a madman, but even my crazy ass probably won’t finish and post another fic in the last 6 hours of 2018, so here are all the fics i posted on ao3 this year, plus some thoughts on each!

Hemlock Honey and Silver

this was my last ever supernatural fandom fic. literally the end of an era for me since i was in the spn fandom for so damn long and wrote so much fic, about two-thirds of which has been orphaned on the archive at this point because i didn’t like the stories anymore lol.

i do like that one, though, and i’m actually alright with it being my last ever spn/destiel fic

Fire In Your Veins

this was my first time posting thorki fic! i was so, so nervous about it, but everyone in this fandom is so chill and lovely. i still like this one, and i don’t think i write enough 69ing lmao. also this fic was obvs the start of something bigger bc. i mean. i’ve written so much damn fic now lol since i only started posting in june. i was worried that i wasn’t going to be writing anymore, or that i’d never be posting on ao3 again because it had been literally 2 full years between hemlock honey and silver and the fic that preceded it. then i fell into thorki and i started writing fic and it’s just been such a huge, huge thing. bc i’m also writing original stuff again for the first time in forever.

Underdressed and All Out of Time

a direct sequel to fire in your veins, i really like it. i felt like i was able to characterize loki fairly well in this one bc i was very insecure about the way i wrote loki when i started out

A Thousand Teeth, Yours Among Them

who doesn’t love a fic title from a hozier song? i remember writing this fic and wondering if it was any good and if my characterization was okay and still being nervous and insecure in my writing, but it’s been very well received so i kinda got my inner critic to stfu which is nice lol. i also really enjoyed doing this vignette style story

To Always Face the Sun

what if :) loki was happy :) and thor had his brother back :) lol i really liked writing this and having loki being such a little shit tbh. can we tell that i like a happy ending in fic?

Blue On Gold

so i wrote an arranged marriage fic where they never actually get married and it’s still 15.8k lmfao. also the return of the vignette style, which was fun bc i got to do short, impactful scenes and build the narrative with them. i remember sitting at my desk at work, on my phone, writing this fic, then coming home and editing on a damn tablet bc my laptop bricked earlier this year

the warmth of your doorway

i meant to capitalize the title but at this point i’ve decided to leave it lol. i really loved writing this bc i felt very confident in the way i was building the scenes and the detail i was able to incorporate. i feel like this is where i really kinda go my voice back and i start to come into my own, if that makes sense? one of my fave fics i’ve ever written tbh. there’s a longer ‘verse for this, but after i finished this fic i got too distracted by new projects to try and continue it lol

Tell Me

this was my first trans!loki fic and he’s a trans man, and god i love it. i’ve got another ftm loki story as a WIP in my gdocs bc this story showed me how much i fucking love writing trans characters, and i really enjoyed the dynamic i put into this fic. there’s a sequel planned lol it’s gonna be dirty

Interwoven

i still haven’t managed to ever find the post that inspired this damn fic and if you wonder whether that drives me up the wall the answer is yes (: and fun fact! i intentionally never describe loki’s genitals in this fic, bc i was picturing him as a trans guy since i’d just written tell me and now i have a massive obsession with writing trans romance and erotica

Tie Breaker

in this house we love and appreciate bottom thor!!! also i loved writing the sparring at the beginning. it makes me wanna write more fics w/ brutal fight scenes lol. thor’s slutty drunk cape outfit is iconic and i’m gonna read that comic just for that outfit honestly

Pretense of Subjugation

i became drunkenly obsessed with loki manspreading on the throne of asgard and this was the result. this was the first thorki fic of mine that i’d had beta’d and it was vastly, vastly improved by it. the tips @ktspree13 gave me when she helped with this fic have affected literally every single fic i’ve written since

Double and More

so this is not the first thorki fic i ever posted, of course, however it is the first i ever started writing. i got to the point where loki’s in thor’s lap and then i kinda blanked out and let the fic sit for like... 2 or 3 months? then i opened it back up and i was like “oh i like this i should finish this” which is why i don’t delete anything anymore bc there’s always a chance i’ll come back to it

Ringback Tone

y’all owe @thotki for the wondrous idea they presented in discord that ended up creating this fic. i think i wrote this fic in like 3 days bc of how much fun i was having with it. the dirty talk was my favorite thing to write in this and i remember distinctly having this [:< moment when i was daydreaming about it

Seldom All They Seem

there was an impromptu bottom thor day back on 20 oct and this fic was my contribution. we can never have enough time travel, can we? i remember i think i took like a four day weekend from work and part of my motivation was literally wanting to finish this fic in time to post it lmfao

Fluffy Thorki Sunday Ficlets

i started doing fluffy thorki sunday back when i was on bourbonbucky and i continued it here, and i’m proud that i’ve written at least 1 piece for fluffy thorki sunday every sunday since i started. i love doing fluff and smut, and honestly even when my mood has been shit, i’ve always felt motivated to try and improve it at least enough to write some nice fluff. i put all of these on ao3 once i moved blogs

Let Love Disrupt

this is another fic we owe to discord lmao. i remember posting this when i was either very drunk or very tired and having to keep going onto ao3 on my damn phone browser to correct minor shit, and some not so minor shit like a typo in the title bc at first it said “distrupt” and that’s why i only post when i’m awake and sober now lmfao

Without Fear

i love werewolves (: a whole bunch (: and this fic is something dirty and wonderful that i’m proud of and THERE’S ART bc @nekokat42 is a blessing and takes commissions. kot i love u :3

On the Other Side Like Always

i have a lot of feelings about this fic. there’s an entire future in this ‘verse that i would so love to write, but i’m stuck on where to go with it. as it stands i am satisfied with this as a story of thor and loki coming together, and a story about how loki does something out of desperation but is finally given something genuine and comforting in his life like he’s always deserved. THERE’S ART from the wondrous @boltplumart / @mrhiddles bc allie is perfect :]

Runaway

when i tell y’all i’m a trash gremlin king. i do have a thing for writing underage characters with adults (probs due to messy personal history lmfao ain’t gonna look at that too closely) and so writing this one was a fun little bit of self indulgence. also it’s dirty and really plays into codependency, which i always like writing bc it’s a fun thing to explore in fiction

Sunset Rhapsody

this fic. was supposed to be. two thousand words. at most. then thor smiled at me, as the writer, and was like “i want to own him” and we ended up with 11k of thor’s obsessive bs and loki being brutal. joking aside, i love this fic, i love what i did with it, i have an original story i wanna write for my size kink anthology that will follow a similar thread to this one. also that torture scene. i don’t recall if i ever properly wrote torture before, but this did kinda make me squirm a bit when i was writing it and if you’ve read it you know precisely which scene i’m talking about lmfao

Right to Guard

this fic was honestly very emotionally satisfying for me in a pretty visceral way. writing thor just surrendering to love and spoiling the fuck out of loki was pretty damn cathartic.

A Bite of Lamb

me making sure i never lose my title as a trash gremlin king. honestly writing thor’s POV in this fic was like >.> at myself a couple times bc it felt distinctly dark in a way i’d never written another character. a very, very unhealthy kind of obsession and this twisted logic where he’s trying to make it all okay. i really fucking love this damn fic tho and i’m happy with how it came out.

Seamless

i was so, so frustrated and pissed off at work that i needed to let that shit out, so that was channeled into this very guilt-ridden turned tender fic, and i really enjoyed writing it. loved writing thor taking care of his baby sister. also! KOT IS FUCKING AMAZING and drew this bc they’re such a good fucking person ;A; like they sent me a message and just said “really liked this scene” and i was D Y I N G and i still am. thank you again, kot!

The Way A Rose Blooms

this was written for the thorki secret santa exchange! i drew @chickcheney and honestly the list of prompts was so, so good. bottom thor, arranged marriage, semi-public sex and trying not to be caught, body worship. i was like “damn did i draw myself wtf” bc that is all up my alley.

Sugar Cookie

i honestly could not think of a better fic to finish off 2018 for me than sugar cookie. porn and emotions that’s all this is, but it features loki as a trans woman being loved and appreciated as she is with nothing extra expected of her and it was so satisfying to write. it makes me want to write original romance with trans women, which i’ll definitely do bc i loved writing this hungry and tender story and i’m very happy with how i ended it.

so that was 2018 for me!

#baylen fic

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neirawrites · 5 years

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WIP Questions Tag Game

ok, full disclosure i’m taking a bit of a tumblr break, but I wanted to do this one for a while now, so a big thanks to @katekyo-bitch-reborn for giving me the chance.

WIP: A Better World.

1. Describe the plot in one sentence?

Parallel universe humans visit Earth and hijinks ensue.

2. Pick one sight, smell, sound, feel and taste to describe the aesthetic for your novel.

Sight: the night sky and sibrian tundra

Smell: books, disinfectants, paint and blood

Sound: friendly laughter, gunshot and a desperate scream.

Feel: scales, books and cold metal of a gun.

Taste: burgers, hot chocolate and your own blood in your mouth.

3. Which 3+ songs would make up a playlist for the novel?

I’m not that much of a music person, so the only real songs referenced in ABW are “Starman” by David Bowie and “Sing” by Ed Sheeran, not named by name, but both are jokes.

Instead, let me to this for Phantom Limb, my prodigal child of a novel, so you may learn some nice ex yu music (and some trash)

Hungarian Rapsody, no 2. by Listz (not bosnian, as you can tell)

A što ćemo ljubav kriti? (Why should be hide love?):This is the unofficial LGBT anthem around here, and Danica sings it to Alma and it’s romantic and fluffy and so self indulgent it hurts.

Par Godina za nas (Few years for us), by Ekatarina Velika, the best ex yu band and I will fight you on this

Računajte na nas, (Count on us) by Đorđe Bašašević, the only millennial anthem released in the 70′s

Ibro Dirka, by Zabranjeo Pušenje, a song about an accordion player refusing to sell his ideals. That whole album (while you wait for the dawn with the devil) is referenced too.

Ti lutaš bebo (you’re wandering baby), by maya berović. this is the lowest tier of ex yu music, but since this novel takes place in 2018 and it deals with sarajevo gayz, it would be impossible not to reference it because that is all they played for months.

Burek by Dino Merlin (look, i hate this song and I hate this guy, but this is so quintessentially Bosnian it had to be in here). also, the singer is a huge part of the novel.

Vedran Smailović, the Cellist of Sarajevo, has a cameo, because I’m apparently a 57 year old american journalist who spent 2 weeks in Sarajevo in like 2005 and has to reference the war in their novel that takes place 20 years later.

Just put me down for a few anime soundtracks. and make it Yuri.

4. What’s the time period and location in which the novel takes place?

Back to ABW: it takes place in the mid to late 2020, in Siberia. The sequel takes place a year later, on Jord, in what is basically Cape Town, South Africa. I have never been at either of these places.

5. Are there any former titles you’ve considered but discarded?

The original title for this, years and years ago, was A Fallen Angel. I don’t understand it either, it was a sci fi story even back then.

6. What’s the first line of your novel?

Being the first line of communication with an alien race wasn’t an easy job, but Dafne Everson was more than happy to do it. TBH, I’m not that happy with my first chapter. it’s a bit... info dump-y.

7. What’s a line of dialogue you’re particularly proud of?

“-I don’t think that much has changed. You can’t change your past. That’s kind of the problem.- -But you can change the way it shapes your present-”

-Get up, fuckface, I want you off my planet.-

-Choke on your Gucci cufflinks you twat.-

“In the immortal words of Martina Fernandez “Go fuck yourself”“ by Martina Fernandez. (the last 3 are all by martina)

8. Which line from the novel most represents it as a whole?

“-I don’t want to change the world.- Onisha admitted –I just want to understand it.- -You can’t understand it completely and not change it in the process.- she said. The passion was back in her eyes. That glow of manic comprehension of the world and its components reminded Onisha why she came here in the first place. Science was more than a bunch of people in lab coats doing boring equations or repeating the same experiments hundreds of times. If the initial spark didn’t exist, no one would bother. In that moment Nova was that passion personified; the drive that made Chien-Shiung Wu cancel her vacation plans to experiment with cobalt and wreck the conservation of parity; Vera Rubin’s love for stars that buried her under a mountain of data to measure galactic rotation curves and confirm the existence of Dark Matter. She was Emmy Noether, and Marrie Currie and Lise Meitner and a million other brilliant people and their passion for knowledge. She could change the world. And Onisha would help her do it. " Look, i just love my science lesbians and their passion to make a better world.

9. Who are your character(s) faceclaims?

I don’t have a many of these, just a few I came across randomly:

Domhnall Gleeson as the young ginger man. I would like to thank Forggy for this idea. I was blinded by my basic bitch love for Tom Hiddleston.

Dwayne The Rock Johnson as the emir (president) of Jord, Kalti Forgisto. this character shows up in one scene, and has like 3 lines and i will not compromise on this.

Lee Pace and Darren Criss were my Etah Asimov and Elazar Leos, but I recently figured out neither of these characters are fully white, even tho they are pretty pale, soooo this casting has to change pretty soon.

10. Sort your character(s) into Hogwarts houses.

Gryffindor: MARTINA (she probably walked into the great hall and the hat yelled “you there, with the naurto shirt under the robes, go sit with the lions”), Zeta, Dafne, Dalian.

Slytherin: Nova (she would fight for ravenclaw tho), Steve, Errien, Liang

Ravenclaw: Onisha, Mila, Elazar, John,

Hufflepuff: Etah, Ginger Man, Sasha, Nika, Rohan,

11. Which character’s name do you like the most?

I’m kinda self conscious about all of my names :S

12. Describe each character’s daily outfit.

Since I have like 579 ocs, let me help myself with an explanation: Jords in general dress like the entire planet pointed a gigantic middle finger to the concept of color coordination. So, 3 categories for everyone.

Fashion disaster: Nova, Onisha, Errien, Nika, Rohan, Dalian(first date outfit: a simple polka dotted purple tunic and striped yellow pants, Cecil Palmer school of fashion bejbi)

Neutral: Etah, John, Zeta,

Fashion deity: Martina, Mila, Sasha, Steve, Elazar

13. Do any characters have distinctive birthmarks/scars?

Nova has a small birthmark under her eye.

Etah has a lot of self harm scars, and a big one on his wrist.

14. Which character most fits a character trope?

Probably Etah because of what happens to him and I haaaate myself for it.

15. Which character is the best writer? Worst?

Dafne and the ginger man. She’s a journalists, he’s a part time writer and they are pretty successful. I also love the idea and the great Artist Steve writes like an edgy 12 year old writing their first grimdark fanfic.

16. Which character is the best liar? Worst?

Best is probably a bit spoilery. The worst is Onisha (imagine Mob, from MP100, but female, black and instead of psychic powers, she has an imminence knowledge of physics)

17. What character swears the most? Least?

Martina will cuss you in six different languages.

Onisha is a walking G rated film (tho, one time she cusses was so satisfying to write)

18. Which character has the best handwriting? Worst?

Steve and Etah have the best. Zeta and Liang are doctors.

19. Which character is most like you? Least like you?

They all have something of mine, something i want and something i don’t.The most like me is probably Onisha. The least probably Zeta or Sasha. If you want my real self inserts, look at Phantom Limb, where Danica and Alma are just the last two of my brain cells personified.

20. Which character would you most like to be?

Interesting question. Probably put me down for Dafne Everson. She has a loving dad and sister (and a shitty mom, but who doesn’t?), a career she loves. she travels all over the world, people read her writing and love it, she has a few close friends she really loves and the weight of all the world’s secrets on her shoulders.

Anyone who wants to do this is more than welcome to. Please tag me, I would like to see more once I make my triumphant comeback (or come crawling back with my tail between my legs).

#writing #writebl #tag game #long post #this was fun to do #a better world #phantom limb #tw:self harm

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geminimoonbeamx · 7 years

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Naive: Part 3

A/N: I’m so freaking happy you guys seemed to like the story so far!, I wrote this and a few other chapters up in one night! Hopefully I can get you guys as hyped as I am for this story. Oh and if you couldn’t already tell, the reader IS mixed race. Because there’s a serious lack of mixed race reader inserts. If this offends you or deters you just skim over it I guess??

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Just cursing in this chapter because I have the mouth of a sailor. Get ready for it to get smutttayyyyy next chapter tho, my home dogs!

Summary: As the goddaughter of Tony Stark you were no stranger to the Avengers, but when you meet the newest member- you’re a little more then intrigued. Unfortunately for him, Bucky Barnes has caught your eye.

💘💘💘💘💘

It’s honestly insane what a little bit of sleep can do to improve your life.

Well okay, a lot of sleep. You’d slept for like thirty hours straight, thank the mother fuckin’ lord and you felt like a brand new woman.

Especially after you take a couple bong rips.

Wake and baking was a way of life for you, had been since you we’re fifteen years old. There was just nothing like it.

You take a shower, deciding against getting dressed in real clothes and instead you wiggle into a pair of black lace trimmed lounge shorts, and then slip on a wireless bralette. It gives you no support of course, your supple breast sit comfortably and unrestrained. Just the way you liked them to be.

As you sit at your vanity and stare at your reflection in the mirror, your brain cloudy and happy; your eyes slightly red rimmed and low, you feel …numb. But a good numb. The numb you wished you can be forever. You rip the tie from your hair and it tumbles down from the bun it had been in and falls around your shoulders, the silky strands tickling your bare, fresh skin.

Do you think you’re pretty? Fuck yes. Do you think you’re fat? Also, fuck yes.

It was a concept that most people couldn’t seem to understand. How could you admit that you we’re fat and yet still sit and check yourself out in the mirror? Well because to you, fat was just a descriptive word. Not the heinous insult other people thought it was. Yes, you we’re fat. Just like you we’re smart. And fucking hilarious if you do say so yourself… and at the moment, extremely stoned.

Your confidence hadn’t appeared out of thin air, it was something that had been ingrained in you.

Because your mother had never made you question your worth. She didn’t give a shit about the numbers on a scale or cellulite. She didn’t care if your hair was wild and curly, curlier then her, a white woman had known how to handle for years. No- she cared if you we’re kind to others. If you we’re brave enough to go after you wanted and speak up for yourself.

So you had.

You broke away from that fat girls should wear baggy clothes and stay quiet and try to shrink themselves. Nah, fuck that. This fat girl was going to do whatever she wanted.

Did have negative thoughts about yourself sometimes? Duh, you’re a human being. Everyone has ugly thoughts sometimes, but mostly you we’re a little full of yourself.

Like now, as you blend on warm, smoky eyeshadow, carve your brows and contour your face. Drowning yourself in highlighter. Acentuating and defining all of the parts of your face that you loved. You liked primping and pampering yourself, loved all things beauty, really. Eyelash extensions, going for manicures, facials. They we’re all your jam.

When you’re satisfied with yourself, tossing and musing your hair until it falls around your head in a messy way that looks more sexy then homeless you rise, intent on going and finding Wanda or something.

Not wanting to be alone anymore.

You almost walk out of your living room in a bralette- because of comfort reasons but think twice as you pass the mirror by the door.

You really didn’t want to give Tony a coronary on this fine Thursday.

Why couldn’t we all just walk around naked? Everyone would be a lot more comfortable. It would probably bring world peace.

So after throwing on a loose shirt and a cape like McQueen floral kimono you slip into a fluffy pair of slides and start your epic journey to find sustenance, thinking about how human beings greatest down fall was when we made it a systematic norm to have to be clothed… what kind of crazy weed had Jessica sold you?

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You don’t think it’s attention you like, and you’ve thought about it a lot.

No, it’s affection.

You’d always been a…touchy person, and it had tended to get you into trouble. You understood boundaries, you just hated them. You didn’t know why it was such a taboo to show the people you cared about that you cared. Why was intimacy in friendships so frowned upon? Why couldn’t you wrap your arms around your friends. Kiss them on the cheek? Cuddle with them?

It just had never been a big deal to you. You liked touching, and fuck, did you liked to be touched.

When you walk into the kitchen, you’re surprised to find the gathering there.

Nat, Wanda and Clint stand at the island, cutting up veggies and talking between themselves. Thor and Bruce sit at a table with Steve and Bucky. It all seems so…pleasant. One of those rare quaint, normal moments in the tower. It would make anyone smile.

“Goodmorning, sunshines” You greet them as you walk in.

You steal a piece of tomato from Natasha’s cutting board and plop it into you mouth.

“Y/N you are aware that it’s almost one, right?” She informs you with a smile to which you just shrug.

“Technicalities. It’s still noon-ish so it’s morning…pretty much”

“Flawed way of thinking you got there, squirt” Clint criticized. His eleven year old had better sleeping habits then you.

“Flawed or brilliant?”

“You sound just like Tony” Bruce calls from his place across the room and you pull your head from the fridge.

“Why thanks”

When you cant find anything that catches your eye in the massive fridge, even though its brightly lit with an array of food, you call for FRIDAY and ask her if she could have the chef cook you up some Nutella crepes, “please and thank you!”

“How high are you right now?” Wanda reaches over to whisper to you knowingly and you lean forward to rest your chin on her shoulder, her long dark hair tickling your face pleasantly.

“Super. You have to try this shit that I got from Jessica, it’s crazy” You reply, your breath hot on her ear so that she’s the only one who can hear you.

The both of you break out in to giggles, girlish and young sounding. Wanda missed this, the having a connection like this with someone. Welcoming and relishing another’s touch in a way that was both intimate and utterly innocent.

She’d had it with Pietro…and then he’d gone and left her alone and she thought that was the end of it.

But then you’d gotten close to her, befriended her, and there it was again. Being able to just, melt with someone was something that should be cherished. She cherished her friendship with you. The way you let her lean into you with no resistance. You and your bright eyes and contagious laugh. She felt…she felt more like Wanda when she was with you. Less like Scarlett Witch.

Bucky hadn’t meant to watch you for as long as he had. He’d turned to you when you’d entered the room and hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away, for more then mere moments, since. It was a mixture of the tiny shorts you had on, the way the black lacy material rode up your sumptuous thighs…but mostly it was your interaction with Wanda. He wasn’t particularly close to her(he wasn’t particularly close to anyone except for Steve and Sam…although he’d never admit it) but he’d never seen the girl like this. Like you’d somehow lit her up from the inside.

The two of you we’re whispering and laughing like school girls, carefree and light and it stirred something in his stomach.

His eyes snap away as you approach the table.

“Hello sirs” you salute as you come up and take the seat in between Steve and Thor. It’s comical how intensely the two men dwarf you.

“Hello little woman” Thor squeezes your shoulder, his big palm encompassing the flesh “How was your sleep? It seems like it’s been days since you graced us with your presence”

You cant help bite your lips together to hide a grin. Would you ever get over the regal manner in which Thor talked?

Probably not.

“Yeah, Y/N. How are you feeling today? Less drowsy?” It’s the tone in Bruce’s voice you don’t like, not his words. He’s using his doctor’s voice on you.

Yes, Bruce knew about your…situation. Tony had told him, with your permission, so that he could help monitor the process. You didn’t mind him knowing, you just didn’t want him blowing it and everyone finding out about it. It was a sensitive subject for you and you’d rather keep it quiet. It’s not that you didn’t trust the others its just…you weren’t ready for it to be public knowledge.

You didn’t want to be looked at differently.

“I’m fine” You play it off “My sleeping schedule’s just been off. I just had to reset my internal clock to the eastern time zone. No biggie’”

Bruce wants to ask you more but he’s a smart man, and decides he’d press the issue later in the privacy of the lab. He knew what it was like to want to keep a secret, and he wasn’t about to go making you uncomfortable by blowing yours.

You reach over to steal one of the fries off of Steve’s plate, sticking you tongue out at him “How has you guy’s day been so far? No alien invasions yet?”

You had a way of setting the atmosphere, keeping it light.

You talk with the guys until Bruce leaves, needing to go run some labs or smash some things…okay that was an asshole joke, you chastise yourself. You didn’t like teasing him about his little green problem, Thor follows him. Talking about some meeting he was being “forced unwillingly to attend”

“Good luck, big guy” You kiss his cheek before he leaves.

“So really, what have you guys been up to today” You ask the two men you’re left with as you cut into your crepes.

“Nothin’ much, it’s been a quiet one so far. Just training. I was thinking about going for a walk later on, maybe Central Park? Get some sketching in while I can” Steve answers.

“You drawing more, Steve? That’s amazing! You’ll have to show me some of your stuff sometime! I remember they were always so good” You urge him excitedly. Since you’d known him, you’d tried to push him to take his art seriously. Fuck knows it was his only release. You had a feeling even Steve Rogers had a breaking point, you also had no desire to ever see it.

Only Steve’s ears turn red, which is actually progress for him “Yeah, I can do that”

“Really? So a pretty girl asks to see your sketchbook and your game, but I, your best friend cant?” Bucky sees an opening and cant help but take it “Whatta’ Jerk”

Okay, where did that come from? You fight to keep the shock off of your face. Pretty girl? Really?

“Well she’s not a crap critic like you are” Steve justifies himself “Last time I showed you somethin’ you told me that I couldn’t draw dog paws for shit”

“Hey, I was just kidding. That was about a year ago, too!” Bucky sounds truly apologetic and you break out into a squawk of laughter.

“You guys are so married, oh my god” You shake your head at the two of them. It’s cute… seeing them together. Both of their guards way down.

“Don’t encourage his behavior, Y/N” Steve’s trying not to chuckle.

You turn your attention to Bucky then, your body literally angling towards him as you focus in. “What about you, Bucky? Any big plans?”

Why? Why does his brain turn off when you look at him like that? Your gleaming eyes looking at nothing but his face.

“Uh- nothing yet, doll”

“Awe if I didn’t have to go shopping I’d say lets have our marathon!”

“Marathon?” Steve wonders, his eyes flashing between the two of you.

“Yeah, I’m going to force Bucky to watch Harry Potter with me. You know, bring his life great enlightenment and fulfilment” You answer him nonchalantly, taking a bite of your food. Letting out a little moan and crossing your eyes “Oh my gosh this is amazing”

Did you mean to look so sexual? The way your pretty lipstick coated lips wrapped around that fork had Bucky tensing.

“No really you guys, who even is this new chef? Is he the second coming of Christ? Taste this!” You encourage as you cut another piece and hold it out to Bucky, your hand under it incase it falls.

He doesn’t know what to do. Does he turn you down? Would that be rude? Would it hurt your feelings?

So he just opens his mouth and allows you to feed him the sweet pastry.

“Amazing, huh?”

“Mmhmm, really good” is all Bucky mumbles, trying to keep the heat from his face.

“Steve try it!” You urge, pouting a little when he doesn’t let you shove your fork in his mouth.

As tempting as the offer was- Nutella and the look on your face- Steve had learned his lesson. What if Tony came in and saw you spoon feeding him? Nope.

“I just ate a burger, I gotta’ watch my physique” He teases and your eyebrows knit together.

“Really, take a bite. I’m sure your physique can handle it. Here” You give him the fork so that he can feed himself.

Since when was Steve weird with you like that? You used to be able to…flow with him. Without even thinking about it?

You shrug it off as pot linked paranoia. Just because he didn’t let you spoon feed him didn’t mean you guys weren’t still close. Right?

“Hey are we still going shopping?” Wanda asks as she comes up “If so I’m going to go change?”

“Yeah! Definitely. I need to find a new backpack before I start school again next week. And yeah, I need to change too, you can come get ready with me in my room if you want” You stand quickly, scooting away from the table “You guys can have the rest of that. See ya’ later, gentleman"

And with that your sashaying out of the room with Wanda.

Steve notices Bucky staring at the sway of your hips.

“Bud…”

“Shut up, Steve”

“I told you. Y/N- She’s- Something else” Steve searches for the words “But the kid’s Tony’s pride and joy and we’re still on thin ice with the guy”

“How old is she anyway?” Bucky completely ignores the Tony part of Steve’s sentence. Why’d everyone call her kid? She looked a little young, with that dimpled smile but she was in college so she couldn’t be AS young as they treated her.

“Twenty three” Steve’s response is curt. Matter of fact.

Twenty three, huh? Bucky thinks. That is a little young…a lot younger then his near century. Not young enough for it to deter him, though.

Bucky doesn’t know what to say for a moment. Neither of them do really. It’s quiet as Steve eats the reminder of the crepes because holy shit you hadn’t been lying they were sent from heaven.

Then, Bucky’s handsome face stretches into a devilish smile. One Steve had seen many a’ time.

“She’s got a nice pair of gams on her, doesn’t she?”

Steve tries to purse his lips, but fails in hiding his own wolfish expression.

“That she does”

———

Because even though Steve is Captain America we all know he’s still that little shit from Brooklyn at heart right? Especially when Bucky’s around. Lesbi-honest here I have the major hots for Wanda and it’s taking all of my will power not to write her as a love interest but I really want to focus on a close, strong female friendship…even though I’m dying to have Y/N get her some Wanda😩

As usual give me some feedback! Going to slow? Too fast? Is Y/N too…touchy? What do you think the pills are for and do you want to be tagged? Tellllll me ya’ll

@devenrenee @skeletoresinthebasement @kendallefire @mellifluousbabe @toniinhere @agentmstark @purplekitten30 @bellaballanda @yslbucky @arabellaaurorabarnes @prinxessofspace @supernaturally-lucky @sngforme @kyritha @18crazybutcutealsopsycho @peaceloveancolor @gabwinchester-dixon

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hi babe ! its snowing so much here today i’ve been cold all day :( but i got some chai latte and made snow angels so i’m feeling a bit better,.. <3

i wish there was a way to trade objects or send them away!! ik it would spiral into hacking, scamming and would probably defeat the purpose of the game by making it much easier but still :( it would be nice to help out friends with some objects.. :(

actually the most annoying thing about mobile is the camera. it sometimes glitches especially during battle and i find myself stuck facing a mountain bc the camera. so i see why people might complain. also sadly NO :( i wish!! i have an old laptop i thought of using but idk if it can handle it. i think i wanna try it out though. do you use a laptop or pc?

that’s true. i wish we could like... unable easy mode and just chill LMAO hsjshdhdk. but combat does get more fun the more you progress, i’ve started to really enjoy it. now i get why you started to like dragonspine.... i think.... i’m still iffy about that place... 🤔 fuck the cold.

dude. they’re sooo good. i love how they just.. angrily reassure each other constantly. kageyama’s just ARGH *literally smacks sense into hinata’s head* and hinata’s just EEE *takes the compliments and spikes like a mf*

i actually didn’t know much about voltron when i first started watching. i only knew about shiro because an acquaintance had posted about his gay announcement but i never checked it out. i actually got into it in a funny way... i was on yt one day and i saw a video titled ‘are keith and lance gay?’ and i was like who the fuck are keith and lance? then because i’m such a gay person myself i decided to check it out and i saw keith and was like... wow that’s a cute boy... then i saw their dynamic and said WOAH. and well... i just started watching and got hooked and i thought everything was neat and fun so i watched up until season 3 without engaging in any fan activities so i had no idea what people were saying...,, then i did and i was greeted with the shit storm. and the rest is history. but i can imagine it must’ve been so fun... the excitement of not knowing where the story will go and getting new content and being in the fandom while it was alive despite everything.... ahhh how did you find out about the show?

dude YEAH!!! do you feel like university affects the way you handle your fandoms? we talked a bit about hobbies and stuff but what about fandoms?

(MAKES A SECOND REROLL ACCOUNT JUST FOR THIS.... 🥺 omgggg imagine how cute that would be wait omg i’m actually like ahhhh.. we could go on dates at liyue... or watch the sunset at cape oath.... or have picnics at any mountain top... 😳 YEAH PLS that would be so nice... help is anyway nice to have and you’re such a op now you’d just murder the villains in a second... 😳 oo. although i checked earlier and my server is in america for some reason? i really hope they do the cross-server thing life would be SO good. i’d ask you on a date in a heartbeat. 😳 which characters would we use on this co-op date?)

KOSMO!!! BEST PART OF VOLTRON???? kosmo... come back to us please.. please. ok maybe second best part after keith in the bom suit..... god keith in purple just sits so right <3333 sooo right <3333 I VOTE FOR KEITH BECAUSE HE’S HALF-GALRA SO I GUESS THAT MAKES HIM THE FUTURE *LOVE-SICK SMILE* yeah... hahaha fucking fools. ‘rewrite where lance was looking for keith to confess to him bc they were going back to space’ CRIESSSSSSSSSSSS... CLUNAAAA... 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 hi.. 🥺 now i’m just gonna think about this all night and clutch my heart. thank you for that. btw how would you feel about a voltron movie ?

(i love how our topics just jump from genshin to voltron to genshin to voltron again lmao)

lots of kisses from your m.a. <3333

(okay this ended up being very long bc i combined your second ask too and talked a lot so i hope it’s okay i put it under a read more fkdsjhfks)

omg snow!!! is it all pretty and fluffy 🥺🥺 also ‘chai latte’ and ‘snow angels’ in the same sentence when you said you were cold made me fhfksfjs but i’m happy you’re feeling better! muwah 🥰

yeah same!! i said that to my brother when i first started playing i was like ‘i wish you could trade characters’ and he just gave me a deadpan look and was like.. why would they allow that FHDSFKHD sigh but it would be fun!

ah yikes no! sometimes the camera fucks up even on pc so I can’t imagine what it’s like on mobile in the pivotal moments fhdkfjsd. and i use a laptop! i don’t have a pc ahaha. ahhh i hope you somehow manage to find a laptop/pc to try it out thoo

AHAHAH come on m.a. give dragonspine another shot 🤪🤪 but yeah the challenge is fun sometimes! tho i tried to do a domain like 3 times today and kept failing so... it’s also not fun. (i also tried to find some vids about how to build my characters and got overwhelemd fkhsdfks i feel like i’m going about it all in the wrong way ahhhhhhhhhhhh)

FSHDFKJSDHFKSDHJF THAT DESCRIPTION OF KAGEHINA YES 💯💯💯💯 the accuracy omg.. they’re such chaotic idiots i love them!!!!

!!! what a story that is ahah omg it’s like fate... icb you got that vid recommended to you lolol iconic... and i found out about it from my dash!! someone reblogged a screenshot and i was like “legend of korra?” FHSKFJHSKF so basically i thought it was a korra comic or something bc the art style was so similar fhskdfjd. and then i went searching and gave it a shot! and fell down the rabbit hole..

ooo wdym by handle my fandoms? i do know that last year when uni got overwhelming i locked my twitter and made a priv to vent and just. didn’t really go on social media if that’s what you meant FHSKJSDHKF but yeahhhhhhh uni fkn sucks. sucks out all the motivation i have for anything... i type so many words for lectures that i don’t have the energy to write fic :// FJKDSHKSDHFKSHF don’t meant to get so negative but yeahh lol. hbu?

(all those options got my heart going doki doki 😩 who needs real life dating when you can date in the gorgeous atmosphere that is genshin? AHAH. and oh? america??? maybe they just did that as default hm. as for which characters.... i don’t know that we have any that make up the popular ships fhdskjfj (xingqiu/chongyun, zhongli/childe, beidou/ningguang).. tho i see xiao/aether and xiao/venti on the rise so when the time comes ... AHAH you can be the venti to my xiao <3 LOL)

!!!!!!!!! okay i’ll list that down as the fic idea.. but no promises once again sdjfhksdf but i’m also very 👀👀👀 at the concept so! will def keep it in the back burner.

hm. i honestly don’t know if i would even pay any attention to it hfksdhfjds like voltron left such a sour taste in my mouth i don’t even know that i could consume any canon content ever again. but it’ll also depend on what the plot would be? lol. would you be okay with it?

(lmaooo we be balancing many convos at once look at us 🤪)

ALSO!!! i’m watching spirited away rn and omg. i love haku sm. i love no face too!!! (at least in the beginning when he (?????) was helping sen <33) all the characters are really good as well tho and ofc the art and music!! i really wanna draw something for it now...... and it makes me very excited to watch howl’s moving castle!!

‘I saw the person my younger self had been enraptured by. I saw someone who took my breath away. And when I blinked, I saw the present you. A soul which, slowly but surely, I’d started to fall in love with.’

UMMMMMMMM CLUNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! explain yourself right now.........., what is this goddamn beauty you hide ? why is that so beautiful..,,, i take it the last klance fic is a multiverse fic???? literally everything good in one????? i saw hints of royal au as well? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 you do us so good i literally love you sm just reading those small snippets just Ahhhhhh..... i love them they sound amazing i just wanna exist in them yk... 😭😭😭😭😭😭

FHDSKJFHDSFKJ IF YOU THINK THAT IS GOOD JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU READ THE LAST SECTION!!!!!!!!! but at the same time i’m surprised by myself too... me @ past me you ain’t bad! shdfkds I legit have no recollection or writing the snippet you sent but i’m glad you like it 😩😩 and thank you for being so kind always ilysm too 😭❣💓💖💫💞💘❣💖

oh and to answer your question (oops almost forgot) yes it’s a multiverse fic!! that’s why i thought it’d be good for the last one ehehe. just shoved in everything i loved and made klance in love in them!!

hope you’re treating yourself!! loveeeeeee your c.r. <3

#since it's under a read more.. it can be like those 'open for a surprise' things HAHAH #marriage anon #wowclunaanswers #long post

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iphoenixrising · 7 years

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Hi! Hate to bug you when you are probably busy, but I need a story on this! A story where Tim somehow becomes a bat earlier. Possibly with some Dick/Tim or Jason/Tim, or all three later? Please and I love you!

Hi babe. This? Would be so just adorable. All the adorable please. Hm. Robin!Jason maybe? Ah, just a short thing tho, okay?

The little kid is such a tiny thing, Robin has no fucking clue how he got all the way up the side of the Wallstone with just his hands (and apparently a camera). But the inevitable fall is something he already banked on.

With an easy swoop down, the Boy Wonder snatches the small child in one arm, pressing the button on his grapple gun to haul them back up to the roof.

“Gotcha ya, hold on!” Robin kicks off the side of the Royale so they don’t slam into it mid-swing. His cape flutters, caught in the wind, and small arms wind around him silently.

He gets an eyeful of the waif when they reach the top, and he’s got the kid hefted up on one arm, amazed at how small he looks.

“It’s way ta late fer anyone your age ta be out,” he lectures in his deeper voice, putting the kid down. “It’s Gotham, kid. Don’tcha know any better?”

The little kid just scuffs his nice sneakers and hunches his shoulders, cradling the camera around his neck like the most precious thing in the world.

“S’allright. I getcha, okay? So, yer gonna tell ya name, and I’ma taking ya home. We’ll right it off as an adventure, you feel me?” He reaches out to ruffle the kid’s too long dark hair, grinning a little when those blue-violet eyes peer up at him through the night.

“My name is Alvin Draper and I live in the Narrows, above the old theater,” the kid tells him, all eyes and please believe me on his mug.

Not likely.

“Uh-hu, and I’m Red Arrow. Nice ta meetcha, Alvin. You ain’t from the Narrows. That camera? Ya didn’t steal it. Someone bought it f’ ya. Sneakers, Class A. Pricey. Jean, even the hoody probably cost more than most people in the Narrows make in a day. So, ya not foolin’ anyone.”

Those brows draw together, the eyes dart to the side of the building—

(Stupid move, kid, but Robin’s body tenses anyway)

—and over his right shoulder. The change is immediate, the jaw-dropping awe, the eyes widening, a small gasp taking in abrupt air, all of it making Robin throw up his goddamned hands because someone is landing it on the roof with them.

And it’s just gotta be—

“Aw, Little Wing! You have a fan!” Nightwing comes striding up, zip line wound in hand, and a smile that would light up the night. The asshole comes right up and kneels down to the speechless kid and holds out a hand.

“Hi. I’m Nightwing. What’s your name?” The vigilante all but coos.

“Tim. I’m Tim. Hi Nightwing, it’s nice to meet you,” and the boy turns his face down, pink suffusing his cheeks, shy and adorable. The combination just hits the vigilante right in the heart.

“Oh? I thought it was Alvin,” Robin smirks because gotcha.

The kid takes a second to come out of his fanboy haze to look up at Robin with a sigh, “you were going to take me home. And…and even if my clothes are nice and I have a camera, there’s no on waiting for me there. I…I don’t want to get anyone in trouble, but it’s really okay, Robin.”

And the unwavering certainty makes Robin take the same pause Nightwing is because this kid?

Another sigh when both vigilantes just stare.

“Give me a curfew and I’ll do what you say, but please don’t turn me in.”

Slowly, Robin and Nightwing look at one another and share an understood nod.

Plan B time.

The kid gets to wear Robin’s cape while he clings to Nightwing’s shoulder and the older vigilante shimmies down sly-like to the street for some burgers, fries, and a kid’s meal with hot chocolate (you want coffee? You’re nine, no!).

The two vigilantes listen to the sparse deets over the food while the kid lays it out for them.

He’s Tim Drake. A neighbor to Bruce Wayne and the heir to a large Fortune 500 company. (That’s apparently living spans of months with nannies in the daytime and nights to himself in the large estate on the edges of Gotham.

Robin and Nightwing had raised the whiteouts at this little piece of news, but they got the whole story before making a ruling.

On the way to the Batmobile, Nightwing holds Tim on a hip while perched three stories up as Robin takes out a few muggers with a little fast and furious.

(He knows he’s not as fast as N, probably never will be. Will never be half the crime fighter, the partner, his predecessor. Who fucking could be?)

And by then, the kid is finally showing some wear by the time Nightwing lays him down in the back seat and Robin digs out a fluffy blanket from under the passenger seat to cover him (he’s not taking on the fight for his cape. Nope. it’s gone).

He and Nightwing fired the big car while those eyes drooped in the back seat. A full belly and warm fuzzy, little Tim Drake sighs because it’s been absolutely the best night ever (and he’s already planning contingencies in case they tell the police or Mom and Dad or something comes out of this).

He’s about half aware when he asks, “where are you taking me now?” with a kitten yawn and only his eyes peering from the warm fuzzy and Robin’s cape.

“Home,” Robin looks around the seat, giving that smirk, his eyes so deeply blue outlined with the domino. “Ya promised to go in by curfew, so’s we’re taking ya home, Timmy.”

And he’s sleepy enough that he lays back down on the back seat, the leather firm, holding him just right. He fits here like he fits in the window in the attic room.

So he isn’t out-thinking himself when he says, “okay. At least you’ll be closer to home, patrol is over, right?” and closes his eyes to try falling half asleep with the vibrations under his cheek and side.

The big car slows to a crawl and eases to a stop. Very slowly, both vigilantes turn to look at him around their seats.

“Tim. What did you say?” It’s Nightwing asking, his voice deeper and suspicious.

Robin’s brow is arched over the dominio, his expression disbelieving.

Oh no.

He fumbles to sit up, still wrapped in the blanket, and stuttering out, “what?”

Both of them give him the look.

Oh…no…

Tim buries his face in his hands…and tells them the truth.

It’s Dick marvelling at the perceptions of the kid (natural detective), and Jason grinning at him in wonder.

So…they’re out of plans for this one.

Time to call

The Boss

Who is stuck in the Cave monitoring while healing up from a terrible run-in with Killer Croc (ironically the reason Nightwing is in town for a while, to patrol with the Boy Wonder and maybe try bonding).

B’s voice over comms is calm and somewhat petulant when he gives the Executive Order to bring the young man back to the Cave (He’s probably driving Alfred up the wall).

In the background, the butler is musing aloud if they have any clothing to fit a nine-year old boy. Perhaps some of Master Dick’s old things are still in his room. (Of course they are.) And as young men have a rousing appetite, perchance, what is the boy’s favorite pizza topping?

And since he doesn’t seem to be in trouble, Tim goes with it, rubbing the slick, thick Kelvar lining with his thumb and forefinger while Jay puts his feet up on the dash and wiggles his toes in the pixie boots.

They draw more details out of him on the way to Wayne Manor: where he goes to school, what his activities are, where his parents are constantly going to leave him at home alone. (“I mean it. It’s fine. They can’t hate me if they never see me, right?”) And when he thinks they might kill him, driving straight into the side of a hill, the secret way parts and complete darkness settles around the car.

Jay slides a gloved hand back behind the seat, and Tim latches on to it, leaning between the seats to see the cave in the headlights.

Lights give way and he is in complete awe.

“Welcome to the Batcave, Timmy,” Dick grins over his shoulder as the car parks by an impressive bank of computers, and Jay squeezes his hand before the top rolls open…

And he meets, the Dark Knight.

Batman is suited up. He has a walking cast around his leg and has a cane, but that nothing to retract from the total bad ass emanating from every pore.

“Wow,” Tim breathes softly as the vigilante that started it all limps up to him, and tilts the cowl down to size him up.

“Hello, Tim.”

“H-Hi.”

“My partners tell me you figured out our secret identities.”

Tim blinks and swallows, his hands fisted down at his sides. “Mr.—Mr. Wayne, I’ll never, ever, ever tell anyone. Not even if the Joker gets me and—and, I’ll just! I’ll tell him I don’t know. I will never give up your secret!”

A scowl under the mask makes the young boy sweat a little, but he tilts his chin up and waits.

“I think,” the Batman starts slowly, and his free hand moves up, taps the side of his cowl, “it would be a better idea—”

And the cowl goes back, showing electric blue eyes and dark brows, black hair, and cut cheekbones. Bruce Wayne.

“—if we teach you how to defend yourself. In case that ever happens.”

The breath goes out of him in a rush. “Teach me?”

Nightwing and Robin pull off the masks, move to stand beside their Mentor and regard him. But B sees exactly what would happen here.

If they put Tim Drake into the system, reported neglect to the police, he would probably go through an unforgiving system for a while and go right back to his normal life since the Drakes were independently wealthy.

Nothing for him would change.

But, since he could do this as Bruce Wayne, and not just as Batman, they could give this young detective a chance.

“Something tells me you’re going to have a place here, Tim, but I’m going to warn you. What we do is dangerous. There’s always a risk. Until you learn the rules, you do it my way or no way. Deal?” Bruce sticks out a hand without looking away, his gauntlet spikes gleaming in the overhead light.

And Tim Drake straightens his small back, anticipation trembling on the edge of his tongue. But he shoves his hand in Mr. Wayne’s

“Deal!”

and shakes on it.

#winter answers #ask #this was cute #Robin!Jason #big brother Dick #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #tiny!tim

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kampfkewob · 6 years

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I had fun filling out some of the character questions floating around on tumblr for 6 of my OCs some time ago. And found it again in my folders. I don’t think they’re many people interested in that much text, but I will post it anyway - unter a cut tho. You’ve been warned.

(linking the character references in the first answers)

- What is your OC’s favorite color? Schicaruh: blue, cold lighter blue to be specific Elín: warm, light green, but after she becomes stargod, it changes to a more saturated middle-blue due to being some kind of Silvwa Aspell: he doesn't really have a favourite colour Beramot: red and yellow Zel: blue-ish grey, not too dark and not too light Llil: aqua blue and dark green

- Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect? Schicaruh: Magical and/or cursed items causing troubles to others, but he never reaaly investigates them and just puts them away to do it later. He has hundrets of these mostly small and dangerous things in his castle. They killed Beramot a couple of times. Elín: Nothing, she may have collected some history books and books about ancient cultures, but this becomes obsolete after she kinda moves in with Aspell and his books. Aspell: Books. Scripts. Dokuments. Literally anything that contains some kind of knowledge and can be stored in shelfs. Beramot: Deaths? Zel: Also nothing, he doesn't own much in general, because he can use anything he wants in his homeworld Caryll. Llil: Trophies of killed stuff. Like the skin of the Silvwa wings he made into a cape once. But mostly claws and teeth and smaller things.

- What kind of things is your OC allergic to? Schicaruh: nothing Elín: nothing Aspell: stupidity Beramot: water? Zel: nothing Llil: nothing

- What kind of clothing does your OC wear? Schicaruh: skinny-fit trousers, pullovers or shirts with broad sleeves, long or short coats Elín: everything that fits mostly. Coats, normal shirts and pants. She doesn't like skirts Aspell: Red coats, black or dark grey trousers. Anything dark coloured. But he does not care much, he can't see it anyways :D Beramot: Mostly jackets/pullovers, simple pants and capes/ponchos - he makes them himself, so they are alle pretty simple - but tend to have ornaments like circles or dots on them. Zel: Anything that is fashioable in Caryll at the time. But he doesn't have a sense for these things, so he combines everything regardless of time period or occasion. It sometimes looks just plainly stupid. He also often wears hats, because that's a thing in Caryll. Llil: No clothes! Just his cape made out of Silvwa wings or some tool belts. He is a wild independent Skarghol who needs no clothes!

- What is your OC’s first memory? Schicaruh: He would say being hit by Aspell on the head for making a stupid statement. Elín: Stitting in the garden of her parents in Spring. Aspell: The great mosaic of the ceiling of the dome of his fathers estate Beramot: his name Zel: His mothers face, even after all this time Llil: He claimes he does not have good old memories, so he doesn't want to remember

- What element would your OC be? (My headworld has 5 elements and light and dark attributes) Schicaruh: Air - Light Elín: Earth - Light Aspell: Fire - Dark Beramot: Fire (he actually is some kind of fire elemental, it's complicated) - Light Zel: Water or Air - Light Llil: Metal (considering the elemental system of my headworld with five elements) - Dark

- What deadly sin would best represent your OC? Schicaruh: Envy Elín: Pride Aspell: Envy Beramot: I really don't know Zel: Envy (all my Silvwas seems to be pretty envious :'D) Llil: Wrath

- What are your OC’s hobbies? Schicaruh: decipher old complicated spells on objects he found, thinking of new spells, casting useful magic on everyday objects himself. Music and art. Everything that is beautiful. Elín: Historical stuff. She is interested in old cultures and rites and love to read or learn about them. She likes to listen to people telling old tales. Aspell: Reading (kinda), searching and collecting books he does not possess... yet. Swordfighting and martial arts mixed with magic. Magic in general. Using his superior magic to see into the future or to where ever he wants. Teaching people stuff - he actually really enjoys that. Beramot: Sewing, crafting, alchemy and old magic. Talking to inanimate objects. Enjoying life in general. Zel: Constructing stuff. Most likely aircrafts but also everything else like water supplies, buildings, floating airship harbours, flying cities... almost everything existing in Caryll was supervised by him at some point. He lives for that shit. Give him a screwdriver and a hammer and he will build something useful out of any trash he can find. And he likes solving mathematical problems and riddles. Llil: Hunting, fighting with and without weapons, playing with the young Skarghols of his tribe, constructing things for everyday life in his village in Tierk. Do things with his hands, he is actaully very touchy and likes to grab onto all the things with his little grabby arms.

- How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they? (I will make a 1-10 scale here, 10 is very hot-headed) Schicaruh: 6 Elín: 3 Aspell: 8 (10 with Schicaruhs bullshit, but only 5 with Elín) Beramot: 0 - there is practically no way to get him angry Zel: 2 Llil: 8-9

- What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.? (I will just take species and sexuality) Schicaruh: Silvwa - panromantic/may be asexual Elín: Human/Silvwa - heterosexual Aspell: Silwa - pansexual Beramot: Some kind of elemental being who once was human - heterosexual except for Kerenti? Zel: Silvwa - panromantic/homosexual Llil: Silvwa/Skarghol - pansexual (The thing is - most Silvwa are panromantic/-sexual, so this was kinda lame)

- If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why? Schicaruh: Maybe some kind of birds? Most likely flamingos - made blue in a magical way Elín: a big fluffy dog! Aspell: a fish tank with exotic fish - and they would win all prizes in contests, they would be the top of all fishes and could bring you the newspaper. yes. Beramot: a stone and he would teach him tricks Zel: a seagul that fetches stuff like hats he loses Llil: an iguana or better a Komodo Dragon. He would fetch sticks and balls.

- What does your OC smell like? (wth? smells are kinda hart to describe and I don't know how people smell, so just assuming the smell like stuff they use or live by everyday?) Schicaruh: He smells like whatever room he was in in his castle, but he may have some mint-like basic smell clinging to him. Elín: Green tea and spruce wood - why? I don't know. Aspell: Old books basically. And like the sweet scented herbs he sometimes smokes. Beramot: Grass and dirt. And that scent that sticks to dry wool. Zel: Salt water - that smell from the air you get at the sea. And maybe oil or metal or wood - depends on whatever he is working on. Llil: Hard work.

- How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job? Schicaruh: Well he belongs to the most wealthy and mightiest Silvwa family there was, so he really does not care about money. Being Stargod also helps you a lot to get what you need even if you don't get paid. And he has a f-ton of stuff hidden in his castle from 3 generations of Stargods he could sell or trade. Elín: She lived with her brother and got a part time job while trying to study ancient cultures and history to pay her part of the rent. But after Schicaruh picks her up, she has access to every luxury she wants. After his death she goes back to studying and later lecturing about history stuff for a while. Aspell: Same as Schicaruh. He is rich as fuck. And he does not care about it. Beramot: Depends. He did quite a lot of different stuff in his many lifes. Living with humans brought him to many different tasks like being a farmer, teaching magic, being a trader or caring for animals. Living with the Kewobs he just did what ever he was asked to do and what ever a good Kewob would do. But he doesn't have to eat to live, so he doesn't need to make a living. He does whatever he wants. Zel: Being some kind of useful celebrity in his homeworld he gets everything he needs. But he helps ruling the country, building and maintaining important facilities, supervising almost every airship that gets build in Caryll and overall protecting the land and people living there. He is like the Stargod of Caryll - a good patron for this planet. Llil: Mostly hunting the food he and his tribe needs. The Skarghols do not use money but trade with other tribes for materials, products and trophies. So he does whatever is necessary. And he is leading the tribe, so making important decisions and looking after the education and skills of young tribe members.

- What are your OC’s greatest fears? Schicaruh: His biggest fear is a slow painful death - or dying in general. That sometimes holds him back at things he could have done better without thinking of getting injured. Elín: Heights! And losing Schicaruh. Aspell: Losing the ones he loves, like he did several times. Beramot: Water, because he dies in it, and fire, because it usually contains some Azrubel who is going to kill him any second. Zel: He has some irrational fear of suddenly getting old and dying like a human not being able to do the things he love anymore. And he fears dark, small rooms - he needs some kind of window to be well, because he feels like being suffocated in these places and he fears to die because Silvwa die when being in the dark for too long (even though it hast to be several weeks). Llil: nothing in particular... can't think of anything he could fear. It's rather the other way around, everything/-one is fearing him.

- What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves? Schicaruh: Well, it all started when he was born... nah, but seriously, he struggles under the constant pressure of becoming a good (the best) Stargod like his father, but he really don't want that. But he can't outrun his destiny. Elín: She may have the problem of stumbling into greater things she didn't want to be a part of. She isn't casing the problems, but they seem to draw her to them. Some kind of bad luck. Aspell: besides everything involving Nagazi? Beramot: besides everything involving Kerenti? Zel: Pet peeve: He likes everything sorted in his own way and keeps things around him minimalistic (except for his garage, there is a lot of stuff, but all the tools have some secret system only he seems to get). He alignes edges, pencils, books etc in a parallel way to each other. Llil: personal problems? Nah, he is fine, he likes himself and his life.

- What kind of student were they/would they be in high school? Schicaruh: The cool kid who does not learn but still gets the good grades. Maybe because he knows how to cheat right. Elín: The kid who tries to please everyone but still wants to go their own way and is in constant struggle between beeing nice to bullshit and beeing herself until she erupts one day and tells everybody where they're wrong with everything. Aspell: The one who is always correcting the teacher with his neverending pool of knowledge. And he would always carry some books everyone finds boring as fuck. Beramot: The dreamer who doodles in his homeworks instead of learning but somehow manages to graduate. Zel: The nerd. Llil: The bully type. Always bragging about his strenght and intelligence, but when nobody is around he asks the nerd to help him with his homework.

- What is a random fact about your OC? Schicaruh: He would never wear something deep purple coloured. He does not like the colour at all. Elín: She likes fruity teas, especially berry flavoured ones. Aspell: He is the only Silvwa with black hair. Beramot: He speaks a lot of differnet languages, but does not remember most of the time. Zel: He is the only Silvwa alive who can swim properly. Llil: He always wanted to have kids.

- What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them? Well, where to start here.. Schicaruh: He was originally created to be an opponent to Azrubel (which he still is, but they changed sides), he was the bad guy, looked totally different (besides blue hair) - he got crystal horns for example. This basic character was later splitted into Schicaruh and Aspell. He had blue skin at some point and his wings (and all Silvwa wings) changed the design very often. But he was always a magician who casts spells on and with souls. Elín: She hadn't had a design for quitea while but was later modelled after a friend who really loved Schicaruh, so it was kinda fitting. I think said friend never realised that, but she became a huge fan of Elín aswell x) Aspell: Like I said above, he was part of the design of the first version of Schicaruh. But became his own entity. He was heavily inspired from the 'blind samurai' stereotype and Hyouma from the Basilisk manga :'D Beramot: He wasn't really inspired by anything in particular. Maybe by my sometimes really confused side. He just happend. Zel: Well, he was originally inspired by my favourite musician to this day, Roger Hodgson. Even if he never looked like him (okay, maybe a little in the beginning) or even though he doesn't have anything to do with music. Does that makes sense? No! Did I do this anyway? Sure! Llil: Not inspired by anything. Or I can't remember. But I like monster guys >.>

- What kind of childhood did your character have? Schicaruh: A difficult one. Growing up under Aspells strict eye isn't easy. It mostly consists of learning and practicing and more learning. But he had some fun, mostly with Veiscar, his other tutor. Elín: Her childhood was pretty normal. Nothing special, just growing up like a normal kid, playing with her older brother, going to school, struggling with puberty etc... Aspell: He grew up as the prodigy his father always wanted to have. He got all luxuries and was treated like a prince - which he kinda was. It was awesome for him, but remember one thing: The whole Kourati family is crazy. And Saltyr was the craziest of all of them. Having him as a father wasn't always great. Beramot: He had a good childhood. He grew up with Kerenti taking care of him, supporting him in every decision and encouraging him to be whatever he wants to be. Zel: Well, not so great. Beeing born at the end of his species, seeing his parents getting slaughtered and being put into captivity for a really long time getting tortured... Llil: Also not that good. He was created in a magical way to be an amusement for the late last rich and mighty Silvwa. His 'mother' - a Skarghol - was killed before his eyes, he was laughed at and treated bad...

- If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose? Schicaruh: Elín: Aspell: Beramot: Zel: he doesn't want to have a grave, which is unusual in general for Caryll. He would want to get his ashes thrown into the winds. Llil: See you, fuckers!

- Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why? Schicaruh: Getting married? No. The Silvwa don't practise something like this. Having kids? He doesn't have some, but he could think about it. Elín: Getting married? She would like to. And she would also like to have kids, but she may be infertile after the becomes half Silvwa. Aspell: Never married, kids... actually yes. He has a daughter almost nobody knows about. Beramot: Married? Yeah, more than one time. And he also had kids. With a Silvwa and with humans as well. He lived many lives and some were quite normal. Zel: No to marriage and no kids, cause he isn't interested in woman - there wouldn't be any Silvwa woman left anyway. Llil: Marriage? No, Skarghols do not marry. But he always wanted to have children, be he is infertile. That actually bothers him.

- If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be? Schicaruh: Freedom to do what he wants to do with his life. Elín: Living a peaceful life with Schicaruh by her side. Aspell: Knowledge about all the things. But he kinda already have that. Beramot: Peace. Zel: Seeing Caryll grow and flourish. And Schicaruh at his side, but he knows he won't get him again. Llil: The best for his tribe.

- Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? Schicaruh: He already killed some people, mostly because the were harmfull to others and there was no other way. Sometimes out of self defense. He does not really think about it. 'It happens'. Elín: She would not and never did kill somebody. I don't know if you could push her to kill someone. Aspell: Been there, done that. The motives where diverse: anger, self defense, revenge, because he was told to do so, judging someones actions ... different times back then. Beramot: He may also have killed someone. He was a mage in some war between Krimusd and Vaile in which Vaile won and added Krimusd to the empire. It was a bloody war between Silvwa and Silvwa. But he wouldn't kill out of lower motives. Zel: He didn't kill and he doesn't intend to do so. Llil: Well, where should I start? He has a pretty high Silvwa-kill-counter. And besides that? He doesn't use his axe for wood choping only...

- What social groups and activities does your character attend? Schicaruh: He has almost no friends and he doesn't like strangers, but he actually sometimes goes out to win a few games like card games or gambles. Yes, win, not play. He cheats a lot and wins. But he almost only plays with a set group of gamblers he knows and they know they can't win against him if he doesn't want to lose. But none of them actually knows, who he is, so for them he is just some strange guy with magic. Elín: She is a social person, but never has a lot of friends because she did everything on her own. So she never has had any regularly occuriny social activities. Aspell: He could have a secret book club... but he hasn't. Beramot: His group activities consist of just going to whoever is around and doing things with them, if they want or not. Could be anything. Whatever comes to his mind. But afterall everybody likes him in some way, so the almost never say no. Zel: He is some kind of celebrity and gets invited to al lot of stuff, parties, contests, inauguration ceremonies, etc. But he overall likes it, so he tries to attend all of them even if it's sometimes only to not disappoint the hosts. Always friendly, always the helping hand. Llil: Living in a Skarghol-tribe is like a group activity. There is almost no alone-time and all the things are done with whoever is around. And as the leader, he has to be around a lot.

- How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? Schicaruh: He always thinks about the bad things that could happen and what everyone expects him to be and worries alot about the future. And he thinks of his death a lot. Elín: She has a vivid imagination and is very idealistic, thinking of a better world and how everything could be. But she also tries to find solutions on how to make things better. Aspell: He lives in the past a lot. And in the future. His mind is crowded with a lot of things. And he always have to consider what Nagazi would think about his actions because she tends to punish him with a lot of different things if she isn't pleased with him obeying to their 'contract'. Beramot: He is the incarnation of daydreaming. His mind seems to be always somewhere else, he thinks about a lot, memories fading and popping up out of nowhere until he doesn't know anymore from which of his lives they came from. Zel: He thinks about the past he shared with Schicaruh and always wishes to go back to this a lot. But it won't happen. Llil: He does not overthink things. Always lives from day to day, so there isn't much to worry about.

- What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do? Schicaruh: Elín: Challenging Aspell, nobody else dares to talk against him. Aspell: Being blind and collect book? Beramot: Dying and being resurrected? Living with flying snails? Zel: Llil:

- What would your character do with a million dollars? (or money they could actually use) Schicaruh: Nothing. He may put it somewhere and forget about it. He doesn't need it anyways. Elín: Maybe buy some things she really needs and save the rest for bad times. Aspell: Just throw it wherever his heritage lies. Beramot: Depends. He may just buy a neat little house somewhere and actually use it for something reasonable or he may throw/give it away or he might even use it to decorate the Kewob's housings. It really depends on his state of mind. Zel: Most likely donating it to some kind of project that's in need. Llil: Eat it. Or if it's in metal coins - forge it into something more useful.

- What is in your characters kitchen right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can? Schicaruh: Stuff. Nothing to eat though. He has extracted souls lying around everywhere. Or some clothes or magical devices. He isn't very organized in his own rooms (or wherever Aspell won't go) Elín: She surely has some books lying besides her bed and some paper + something to write. She makes it into a habit to write things down she doesn't understand in books Aspell gave her to ask him next day. She usually reads a bit before sleeping. Aspell: He has whatever his guests need lying around. Besides that: not much. Sometimes his stone eyes (for he doesn't always wear them), which creeps the fuck out of Elín every time. But usually everything is tidy and cleaned up. Beramot: He usually keeps everything he holds dear in a bag he carries with him. Including interesting stuff he founds on the ground. He sometimes sorts things out and that's the stuff you find lying around him. Can be stones or actually interesting or valuable things. What he holds dear changes often. Zel: Because he doesn't possess much there isn't very much which can be lying around. You may find some tools if he was working on something, but usually his small flat is very tidy and almost sterile. Llil: Bones, tools, stuff he found in the woods, ancient artifacts (or 'whatever these things are'), knives, leatherbelts, some food that doesn't expire quickly, other weaponry... lazy Skarghols.

- Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with? Schicaruh: Depends with whom he goes out. He may just go to his gambling bros or somthing quite with Elín (or Zel, depending on what time period we are talking - this actually makes these whole questions very hard, they all just lived too long or changed location/living conditions too often). He would just wear whatever he always wears being with Elín tho. He might just show her some beautiful places he likes. Elín: See above. But she might think a little more about what she could wear. But most times she can't think about it because Schicaruh tends to be very spontanuous with these 'dates'. Aspell: When he was younger he used to go out from time to time. There were many places you could go to in Alcalla, the capital city of Vaile - and as the son of Saltyr, he could go wherever he wants. He had a lot of people going with him to benefit of him and Aspell didn't care much of their motives. He liked to be surrounded and courted by many and used it in his own selfish way. He mostly wore precious clothing and jewlery depending where they're going. Beramot: Kerenti sometimes takes him out for some quite, relaxing time. Just some stargazing or talking. Zel: Depends on where he was invited to. He mostly tries to dress in a fitting, formal way. He goes there with a lot of different people - he knows many. Sometimes he tries to get Schicaruh to just come with him but only a few times he succeeds - with a lot of begging. Llil: Night out? What about hunting a dangerous nightly creature? Or investiganting some dark scary (and surely dangerous) cave? Or swimming in an ice cold lake where deep water creatures dwells? Or climbing some huge ass trees (typically with some animals that are most likely trying to eat you)? Zel had to do it all after Llil decides they're best friends now. And dressing? He wears nature itself!

- What does your character do when they’re angry? Why? Schicaruh: Crying actually. Even tho he is old as fuck if you think about it. But the tears keep coming out of anger and frustration. Elín: Complaing about the source of her anger to others. And 'aggressive learning' - reading stuff. She keeps many informations she read when she was angry. Aspell: Depends from where the anger comes. But he is mostly just calm. If he gets loud, things are really serious and everybody involved or not should back out. Beramot: Sulking. Zel: Aimlessly flying around in his trusty little airship 'til the anger is gone. Llil: Hitting and/or throwing things. Shouting. Cursing. The usual stuff. You could guess, he is always angry.

- Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? Schicaruh: No, he doesn't like them on himself. Although he got some wounds that should have been scars after healing normally, he usually cures himself using magic and this leaves no signs. Elín: Some minor spots just from being a normal child. Like scratches or minor burns. Nothing special. Aspell: He got a huge ass scar on his left shoulder area because he cut out the mark of the Stargods after he realized Nagazi would never let him become one of them anyways. And it wasn't only one cut out piece of skin and it wasn't a clean cut - it looks preatty bad, but he usually doesn't show it to anyone. And he also never removed the scar(s). Beramot: No scars that last after he dies and gets a new body. Zel: He has big scars where his wings used to be. The wounds weren't treated well and didn't heal into clean, small scars. They're quite big and crooked. Schicaruh offered to remove them, but Zel never wanted to lose them, because they tell their own story. Llil: He heals very fast and regenerates his skin, so he can't keep scars.

- How does your character react to/ accept criticism? Schicaruh: He mostly doesn't openly accept criticism but thinks about it later and often comes to the conclusion it might have had a point. Elín: She accepts it even though she might get a little sad or angry. But she knows she isn't perfect and tries whatever she can to improve. Aspell: There isn't much you can't critizise about him - well, that's what he thought. But Elín keeps finding things she mentioned - mostly about his morales and way of living. He thinks about it, but in silence on his own, like Schicaruh. It kind of bothers him, even though he wouldn't admit. Beramot: He mostly doesn't even realise it and forgets about it anyway. Zel: He always tries the best to improve himself, so he gladly takes criticism even if it hurts frome time to time. But there isn't much anyone would criticise about him. Llil: 'Say it to my ass, fucker!' - he usually doesn't accept criticism and reacts just like he always does: cursing a lot.

- If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza? Schicaruh: He would be very indifferent about it, not hating it, not liking it. Eating it and that's it. Elín: She might like it, but she won't order it on her own. Aspell: He wouldn't eat it even if forced to. I mean, who could even force him to eat it? And something bad happening? You can't trick him with something like that. Beramot: Best. Thing. Ever. Zel: He would also be indifferent aout the taste like Schicaruh. If he has to eat it, he would eat it. No big deal. Llil: Way to strange for his taste, but at the same time somewhat delicious. He can't decide if he hates it or likes it.

- Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works? Schicaruh: Sure, he would analize and test it. And then put it to all the other things he never touches again. Elín: She would be a little scared and would hide it somewhere without telling anybody. Aspell: He wouldn't mind testing it. Putting it somewhere in the shelves where it creeps Elín out, because it might be working. Beramot: He might have found a new best friend. Zel: He would hand it to Schicaruh to keep it someplace where it can't do any harm to anyone. He is careful with magical things. Llil: He would definitely test it. He may find it cool as hell.

- Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle? Schicaruh: He can draw very well and paints from time to time in a traditional way not using magic. To relax. But it's really rare because he usually can't find some quite moment. Elín: She isn't artistically skilled, but she sometimes doodles on her notes. Aspell: He sometimes adds illustrations to texts he found, but mostly using magic. And that isn't the same. Beramot: He doodles in a small book he carries around. Usually things he sees on his journeys and wants to remember. Zel: He draws down all his construction plans and anything like that. So... technical drawings. Llil: Drawing isn't really something that interests him. But making something out of hunting trophies and nature stuff... yeah, that wasn't the question.

- What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult? Schicaruh: His father was 'the greatest Stargod of them all' - so he always lived in the shadow of his legacy. So he affected his life a lot. His mother on the other hand was a normal Silvwa never really mentioned because all she did was being there to give birth to him (story too long for this question tho). She vanished after Hiests death and Schicaruh knows nothing about her. Elín: They were/are caring parents who always wanted the best for her and her brother. They did all the could to turn her into a decent human being and they did good. Aspell: Well... His father was a manic his mother was a assassin. Like I said, the Kourathi family was crazy. Beramot: If you could count Kerenti as some kind of parent, well, this ended up in a totally fucked up situation. Well played, guys. Zel: His parents were caring and they loved him a lot, but he can't remember them very well, cause he was quite young when they got killed befor his eyes. But these picture he never forgot. They gave him a lot of nightmares through his life. Llil: He only had a mother, a Skaghol, who gave birth to him - ha was magically created in some way. His mother actually cared about him and tried to teach him some things, but this all happend in captivity and she died (was killed) which only stired up Llils hate for the Silvwa.

- Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? Schicaruh: He only likes very specific sweets like buiscuits and some kinds of cake. Elín: She likes many different kinds candy, but only eats a few pieces if she is able to do so. Aspell: He only likes dark chocolate and plain buiscuites. Beramot: He could eat sweet stuff all day long. With some guaranteed sugar rush. He does what he always does, but with doubled speed and doubled sound level. He talks even more. Zel: Cake is fine. Llil: He doesn't like sweet stuff very much. And some sugar rush would be bad for everyone around him - so it may be better if he never finds something sweet he loves.

- If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? Schicaruh: That's what actually happens. He know he will die and when it may happen. As someone who fears death the most, he first tries to run away, but after he realized how pointless it is (because that would just cause harm to any people), he accepts his fate, fullfilling his purpose and gives his life for a greater good, overcoming his fears. Elín: She would try to make the best out of them, by just keep doing what she is doing. Maybe trying to help as many people as she can. Aspell: He would just wait and accept his fate. He would be even happy to know that he finally can and will die. Beramot: Accepting it, looking forward for a new life, but also being sad 'cause he will forget so much he cared about. Zel: He would carry on and depending on how much time he has left, trying to plan the future of Caryll and thinking about how everything will function without him. After that, he just might tell Schicaruh about his eternal love (again), hoping for some affection (again). But Schicaruh really cares about him, so maybe he would give in (again) for the last time. Llil: He couldn't accept it and he would try to find a way to avoid this fate. But if he really couldn't find one, he might just roll with it and do all the things he really wanted to do before he dies. Some of them including activities which could also just kill him in the process. But he wouldn't have anything to lose.

- Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with? Schicaruh: nope to siblings, but Aspells daughter, his cousin, isn't soo much older as he is. But they don't know each other. Elín: Her brother who is only two years older. Aspell: Hiest was his dizygotic twin - they were very close but had some huge arguments about some things and their relationship was really bad from time to time. Beramot: nope Zel: nope Llil: nah

- What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like? Schicaruh: There was nearly no 'relationship'. Elín: good Aspell: They had a good relationship, but she always prefered Hiest over him, mostly to protect him a little from Saltyr who didn't like his second son very much. Beramot: not available Zel: good Llil: good but complicated due to the circumstances

- What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like? Schicaruh: Hiest hadn't have the chance to build some relationship due to his early death after Schicaruh was born. Schicaruh himself can't remember him, but his legacy weights heavy on his shoulders. Hiest did love him tho. Elín: good Aspell: He was the favourite son and Saltyr loved him - maybe out of selfish motives, but they were very close at first. It later changed through 'it's complicated' to Aspell killing him at last. Beramot: Kerenti is some kind of father to him - so a good one? Ended up not so well, but.. Zel: good Llil: he didn't have a father

- Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know? Schicaruh: difficult to say. Not changing him fundamentally but his first encounter with Azrubel shows him, that he has to take the whole Stargod-thing seriously. Elín: Aspell: He went from 'pro Saltyr' to 'kill him' after he finally realised what he did to all the people/beings to make his own life (and that of some Silvwa) better. He threw overboard everything he thought was right. Beramot: Zel: I could say the death of his parents and his own torture, but he was young and there wasn't much to change fundamentally. But it shaped him in its own way. Llil: He never actually changed much. He threw his hate for Silvwa in general over board, but this was just something that happend over time because there were no Silvwa left to hate.

- On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets? Schicaruh: Souls. He always carries some compressed souls with him because he learned how to use their energy for some extra power in his spells. Elín: Some paper and a pen. Aspell: Nothing He has everything he needs in reach, so he doesn't have to carry anything. Beramot: Things he found laying around. Maybe some thread and a needle. Zel: Some small tools (just the basic stuff, everything else is in his garage or tool belt), a small knife. Llil: No pants, no pockets.

- Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams/nightmares? Schicaruh: his own death. Elín: nothing reoccuring. Aspell: he usually doesn't sleep much (Silvwa in general don't) and if he does he takes care not to dream a lot. There may be some things coming back to him, good or bad, but heis very good in ignoring them. Beramot: he keeps dreaming of his old lifes and things that happened to him, good or bad. He often has nightmares about some of his deaths. Zel: Nightmares about being tortured in his early life. But they got rarer over the years and after he talked things out with Llil, the actually vanished completely. Llil: Nothing he cares about.

- Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target? Schicaruh: Zel has a gun and he surely tried it out. But not with some real target, maybe some rocks or thin air. Elín: she hasn't done anything like that. Aspell: Sure. He did everything. He surely has a gun lying around somewhere because he hoards things. And guns are quite rare (because they're useless if almost everyone knows some magic) Beramot: Maybe? Zel: He has a gun and he made it himself. It fires magic bullets made out of magic liquids Beramot makes for him. Or made - he doesn't remember. Llil: nope, but his fist is like a gun when it hits your face, yo.

- Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up? Schicaruh: no Elín: She moved in with two rich snobs, so yeah. Aspell: nope Beramot: It's an up and down through all his lives, but he never was imensely rich. Zel: Yes! His family was kinda poor and now he could have whatever he wants because of his status. Llil: not really.

- Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing? Schicaruh: More clothing. He always wears long sleeves and pants. Elín: She usually also likes to be fully clothes except when it's too hot outside. Aspell: The more the better. He wouldn't wear anything ever that would show the scar on his left shoulder. Beramot: Depends on the weather, but he usually also wears long sleeves. It's more safe if it suddelnly starts to rain. Zel: Short clothes are okay to feel the warm wind in the summer. But he would always cover his torso to hide his scars. Llil: Since he doesn't normally wear anything at all, this question is obsolete.

- In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been? Schicaruh: The first encounter with Azrubel, 'cause he underestimated him completely and nearly got his ass kicked. Elín: After Schicaruh was hurt by the sword Azrubel wields. She was afraid to lose him and it was very likely to happen. Aspell: At the end of the era of the two creators as the gray energy took over, he loses most of his senses, sight and power. He wasn't actually truly afraid of anything in his life until this point. Beramot: Probably in some of his more brutal deaths. Most likely involving Kajo or drowning. Zel: After being freed from captivity and torture he was very afraid of getting caught again. And he also was really concerned and afraid of losing Schicaruh the same time Elín was. Llil: He tried to kill Hiest once. With his skill in breaking magic he thought it could work out... he has never been so wrong. But Hiest didn't kill him. But Llil was afraid he would do that.

- Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way? Schicaruh: He may find it a little disgusting to have the blood of others on his skin and clothes, but it doesn't disturb him. Elín: Depends on the amount but if it's too much, she gets sick and has the urge to vomit. Aspell: It doesn't affect him in any way. Beramot: He gets reminded of many bad things and would be afraid and disturbed. He doesn't vomit, but he is in shock seeing too much blood. Some minor wounds are okay, but bigger ones throw him into unpleasant flashbacks. Zel: Isn't bothered by it. But it makes him a little sad if it includes someone dying. Llil: It excites him. He can fall into some blood rush through the smell of a lot of blood.

- Does your character remember names or faces easier? Schicaruh: Faces, even though he usually identifies people through their structure of their souls. A habit he got used to due to the Sylvanjis and their shape shifting. You can't trust anyone just by their looks. Elín: Faces. Aspell: Names. And as Schicaruh, souls. Beramot: Faces, he is _really_ bad with names. Zel: Names and faces in a balanced way. He is used to get to know new people which he should remember. But he has a nice memory. Llil: Faces.

- Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not? Schicaruh: Money means nothing to him and he wouldn't mind to throw all the stuff away he hoards in his castle, but he keeps it, because most of it can be harmful. Elín: Not really. Aspell: It's not about the money, but if anyone ever touches his stuff unauthorized... well. He possesses a lot of things (mostly books) and he likes to hoard new stuff, (also especially books) Beramot: Nope. Zel: Nah. Llil: Mostly nah - but trophies shows status and h has some rare stuff he would like to keep and some thing he would like to get.

- Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success? Schicaruh: Happiness - his own to be specific. Elín: Happiness - but mostly of others. Aspell: Success. Beramot: Happiness. Zel: Success - it brings him happiness. Llil: Success - he likes to see others fail in some way. He is quite an asshole.

- Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others? Schicaruh: Ambition. Elín: Wisdom. She is fascinated by people who know much. Aspell: Wisdom. Obviously. Beramot: Ambition. He doesn't care about wisdom in others. Zel: Ambition. Llil: Ambition. Even though he is kinda fascinated by something he doesn't understand or know yet and if there is someone he can learn from, he admires that person. He wouldn't openly admit it, tho.

- What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before? Schicaruh: He isn't that interested in other people so there aren't many realtionships he tried to keep. Except for Zel and Elín, but the first one he dropped for his fate of becoming Stargod (and for not being able to be what Zel needed) and the second one is still lasting. Elín: Maybe putting the well being of others over her own happiness. Aspell: That jealous ex that kills your new love. Beramot: Well he dies and forgets a lot, so many realtionships ended this way. Zel: His flaw is that his partner isn't Schicaruh. So every relationship ended in some kind of desaster - and he tried to find someone new a lot of times. Llil: He is immortal in a world where nobody else is... It just won't work out. Same thing with Zels relationships, but they lasted not long enough, for that really being a problem. But Llil is really loyal and it bothers him.

- In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism? Schicaruh: He uses most opportunities he gets to bring himself down. That's kinda Aspells fault because he kept saying he wasn't as good as he could be. Elín: She uses comparison with others to make the best out of herself. It may bring her down a little at first, but in the end it motivates her to do better. Aspell: He knows he is better than everyone, so he doesn't need to compare him self with them. Beramot: He doesn't compare himself to others in any way. Zel: Just as Elín he usually uses it to motivate himself. Llil: He does it for self-validation from time to time.

- If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others? Schicaruh: He totally believes that he cuased or deserved it for not doing his best, even though he knows he coulndn't have done anything about it. Elín: She belives in bad luck. Things happen. Aspell: Shit happens. That's life. But he almost alwyas knows who's fault it was. But he often decides against pointing it out. Beramot: He usually thinks it was his fault. Zel: Depends on what was happening. If it was anything involving his machinery he blames himself, even if it wasn't his fault. But he generally doesn't blame others. Llil: It surely wasn't his fault if you ask him.

- How quick is your character to trust someone else? Schicaruh: He doesn't trust anyone very easily. He usually believes they want to do him some harm. But with some he instantly trusted them, including Elín, Zel and Beramot. Elín: She is a little naive when it comes to trust people and she usually doesn't suspect anyone at first. Aspell: He can read your true intentions, so he in genral knows if he can trust someone or not. Beramot: He trust everybody, period. But he is also really disappointed in people if they betray him. Zel: He isn't quick to trust strangers. Llil: He trust whoever he finds trustworthy. That can happen quickly or not. Depends.

- How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person? Schicaruh: Really quick. Like I said, he always assumes that other will cause him some damage. But he won't suspect someone he is close to. Elín: She doesn't want think about what would be if someone close would betray her. So she usually don't suspect them. Aspell: Like I said above, he knows if someone lies to him. Beramot: He doesn't suspect anyone of anything bad. Zel: If you earned his trust he isn't quick to suspect you, but eraning his trust in the first place is a longer way. That's why he usually does things by himself. Llil: If he trusts someone in the first place, he wouldn't suspect them. But with strangers he is more careful.

- How does your character behave around children? Schicaruh: A little awkward. Elín: Friendly - she likes children. Aspell: He takes care of them if he has to and is in general good with them. They don't bother him. Beramot: He likes children and they usually like him. He likes to play with them. Zel: He may be a little reserved at first but after a while he usually gets along with them well. Llil: He loves kids! He likes to play with them and is friendly to any child he sees. But in general they are scared of him first.

- How does your character normally deal with confrontation? Schicaruh: He tries to avoid confrontation as long as he can. Elín: She tries to defend her point and isn't intimidated by most people. Aspell: He may get angry, except when it's Elín confronting him about anything. Which even he doesn't understant. Beramot: He usually listents and stops caring. He may see his flaws, but he also knows he can't do much about a lot of things. Zel: He tries to mediate a lot and not to anger anyone even more. Llil: Cursing, being louder than the one confronting him. He is quick to threaten others.

- How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation? (1-10 - not at all to very quick) Schicaruh: 4 Elín: 2 Aspell: 7 Beramot: 1 Zel: 2 Llil: 9

- What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true? Schicaruh: Becoming Stargod and follow his fathers foodspeps sounded cool to him as a kid, but later he regrets that and just wanted to do whatever he wants to do. This didn't worled out because there would have been no way he could escape his fate. Elín: She wanted to become a historican, but that everything happend and she ended up being Startgod herself. That's totally not what she expected at all. Aspell: He wanted to be Stargod, but that never came true. Beramot: He wanted to be a strong mage of the Silvwan Krimusd mage brigade. This came true. But this was in his very first life. Zel: He hadn't has any dream as a child, but later he wished to see Caryll prosper and did anything to reach this goal. With success you can say. Llil: He wanted to kill as many Silvwa as he can. He kinda achieved that.

- What does your character find repulsive or disgusting? Schicaruh: Blood and other body flids of others. Slimy stuff and mud in general. He doesn't like to get dirty. Elín: Open wounds and blood, the usual stufff like rotten food, corpses, etc. Aspell: Weakness and stupidity disgusts him >:C Beramot: not much. Zel: Rotten stuff. And he also doesn't like to be dirty, but has no problem with getting dirty through working. He just doesn't want to stay that way for too long. Llil: Can't think of something. He usually finds stuff that disgusts others funny in some way and uses his own resistance to anything disgusting to creep people out.

- Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable. Schicaruh: He admires being alone or with the only two people he loves. And being in his favourite room in his castle where you can just sit and watch the stars. Elín: Sitting in the roome mentioned above with Schicaruh by her side. Or reading some book sitting by one of the big windows in Aspells library with some tea and a snowstorm passing by outside. Aspell: Being at home with his books in silence. Beramot: Being with Kerenti in any way. Zel: Flying through the sky in his trusty little airship. And in earlier times listen to Schicaruh playing some music while not caring about anything else. Llil: Being with his tribe, having fun hunting or playing games.

- Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable. Schicaruh: Having to attent some formal meeting with people he doesn't care about. Elín: The first time being left alone with Zel. He didn't like her and she could almost feel it physically. And she didn't know why at first. Being with someone who doesn't like her and not knowing why would always be a situation where she would be uncomfortable. Aspell: Being naked/exposed or ripped of his power. Beramot: Being with two persons who have an agrument. He get's uncomfortable if the is disharmony in the air. Zel: Being in small closed up rooms. Llil: Maybe being in some formal party, buf if he feels uncomfortable he make himself feeling comfortable, even if this includes others getting uncomfortable.

- Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method? Schicaruh: He would be trying the same way or a similar way multiple times to find out if there's a flaw in his method or if it just plainly does not work this way. Elín: She will try to find a different solution. Aspell: Same as Schicaruh. Beramot: He would rather give up. Zel: Different approach, there is always a way to work something out. Llil: Second try, but not a third.

- How does your character behave around people they like? Schicaruh: Warm-hearted, friendly, and helping. Elín: Caring, friendly, free-spoken, welcoming Aspell: nice and friendly. But if you anger him, it doesn't matter if he likes you or not, you will be judged and punished if it's needed. Beramot: For him liking everyone, he is overly friendliy and open-hearted. Zel: respectful, but a little reserved like he usually is. Although he would always try to help if he can. Llil: He will treat you like one of his kind. If that's good or bad depends...

- How does your character behave around people they dislike? Schicaruh: Cold-hearted and short-spoken. Very unwelcoming. Elín: She tries to be friendly nonetheless. Aspell: Respectful and formal - except they would do something bad: angry and threatening. Beramot: He likes everyone in some way. Zel: Respectful, more reserved, keeping distance, but he won't normaly get rude. Llil: Threatening, angry, rude and disrespectful

- Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat? Schicaruh: He backs out easily. Elín: She will work it out if she can. Aspell: Removing the problem. Beramot: Going away is his strategy. Zel: Working it out/trying to remove the thread if it concerns others and he can do something about it. If it concerns himself it's sometimes easier to back out. Llil: In general... removing it by using force in some way.

- Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first? Schicaruh: He thinks he deserves it, good and bad. Elín: Earning it. Aspell: He is absolutely sure he deserves it. Beramot: Earning it. Zel: He likes to earn things with effort. Llil: Earning it through hard work if that's the way.

- Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them? Schicaruh: Veiscar. Elín: Aspell, kinda. Aspell: Nah. Beramot: Kerenti. Zel: No. Llil: No.

- Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them? Schicaruh: No. Elín: No - or maybe Beramot, but he isn't depending on anyone, she just likes to have an eye out on him. Aspell: Schicaruh and Elín - even though she was already an adult, but he felt responsible for her and her education and training. Beramot: The Kewobs in general. He was like a god for them. Zel: Not really. Maybe all the people in Caryll. Llil: Yes, he cares for the children in his clan and cared for some that lost their parents.

- How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it? Schicaruh: easy, but he won't say it without meaning so. Elín: Not so easy, it makes her uncomfortable. Aspell: Won't say that very easily even if he wants to because of bad experiences which came after that. Beramot: Same as Aspell if he can remember. But he is normaly very free-spoken.. so he could say it very easily, but he is also very truthful, so he will definitly mean it. Zel: He isn't quick to say something like that, if he really means it. But he used it as a lie a few times. Llil: He doesn't lie very often, so if he says it, he means it. And for him being loud and straight forward, it's easy for him.

- What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them? Schicaruh: He knows, what happens. His sould will be conserved and maybe born again later. He isn't scared, but he doesn't want it to happen. Elín: She learns that there is some kind of afterlife for a few sould, but she doesn't belive her soul is important enough, so she thinks she will just fade away. This makes her sad, but it also somehow motivates her to always do her best. Aspell: He knows he won't die in any normal way. Beramot: He knows he will be born again. Zel: He knows he would fade away and hopes that Schicaruh may conserve his soul after he dies, but never told him to do so. Llil: He doesn't care.

- Which oc doesn’t remember - or won’t tell - when their actual birthday is, so they just pick a random day each year? Beramot, definitely. And maybe Zel if he get asked by people in Caryll.

- Which oc is the best at remembering important dates? Aspell. He remembers the last time you sneezed into one of his books and he will remind you. Several times.

- Which oc is always late showing up to events, so others have taken to telling them something is taking place two hours earlier than it actually is? Llil, he does not care. And Beramot because he forgets everything.

- Which oc’s idea of a great date is playing practical jokes on someone - together? Llil most likely, even though Zel isn't a fan of laughing about others.

- Which oc is the one who catches them and puts a stop to it? Schicaruh. Or Aspell if the joke is a little over the top.

- Which oc makes the most creative excuses to get out of going to events they don’t want to attend? Schicaruh.

- Which oc suffers the event in silence? Elín.

- Which oc is genuinely delighted to be there? Zel.

- Which oc is the life of every party? Probably Llil, but nobody wants to invite him for several reasons.

- Which ocs celebrate their anniversary on the wrong day, realize it’s the wrong day, and continue anyway because it’s easier to remember? Beramot.

- Which oc can’t remember what their last fight was about? Beramot.

- Which oc remembers EXACTLY what happened? Aspell.

- Which oc has fifteen ongoing arguments? Schicaruh - with Aspell most likely.

- Which oc is the friend who refuses to get involved? Zel.

- Which oc inserts themselves into the middle of things because they’re sure they know a way to fix it? Elín.

- Which oc makes it a point not to hold grudges, and is generally the first to apologize or walk away from an argument? Zel. Elín, Schicaruh and Aspell are way too stubborn to admit they were wrong.

- Which oc mails an envelope full of glitter to someone on the anniversary of a fallout? Llil. Or Beramot - depends on his state of mind and their intensions.

- Which oc has a binder full of essays on why they were Right™? Aspell. He may have a whole library.

- Which ocs are the friends/couple who are constantly bickering but always make it up to each other? Llil and Zel.

- Which ocs are the ones who never get into full on fights? Elín and Schicaruh.

- Which oc seems wise but only gives Bad Advice? no one of these five. They're either wise or not and if not they don't give smart advises.

- Which oc has good advice, but they phrase it so badly that no one either understands or listens? Beramot.

- Which oc takes a million pictures of their child and shows them to everyone they know? Llil - if he had one and taking pictures was a thing.

- Which oc is the one their coworkers/classmates would know the least about? Schicaruh, he doesn't like to talk about himself.

- Which oc is an open book? Elín and Beramot - the last one because the tends to talk randomly.

- Which oc gushes about how sweet their friends are? Beramot.

- Which oc would take their pet with them on all but a very few adventures? Llil. The Komodo Dragon named Steve which can do tricks and find gold or something.

- Which ocs’ pets would be friends? Aspells fish and Beramots stone.

- Which oc’s kid is the mortal enemy of another oc’s kid, much to the horror of both parents (who get along famously)? They all don't have kids. But I think if Llil would have a son and Elín and Schicaruh got a child - this would be the outcome. (Even though Schicaruh and Llil don't get along well...)

- Which oc has an ‘eccentric,’ but very supportive family? Everyone with Kourati in his name. They are all crazy, but sticked together with pride until Aspell and Hiest fell with Saltyr.

- Which oc works at the family business? Aspell - kind of.

- Which oc shows up to a friend’s wedding to be supportive even though they had a fallout with the person their friend is marrying? Zel.

- Which oc volunteers to help with an acquaintance’s party/dinner/etc. and sends a bill afterward? Llil.

- Which oc hates nature, and which oc wants to roll in the dirt forever? Schicaruh doesn't like dirt and getting the whole nature experience. Beramot on the other hand lived outside like 80% of his life and he loves it. Just getting wet is a problem for him...

- Which oc concocts an elaborate plan for petty revenge based on a minor incident? Actually nobody. But Aspell can be a little revengeful and was it alot when he was young. And Llil is a little vindictive aswell, but nobody would plan something because of a minor incident.

- Which oc overthinks things? Schicaruh. Thets why he often doesn't get shit done.

- Which oc builds a snowman family and gets upset when they start melting? Beramot. Depending of his mental health he may would build them graves, too. Maybe also from snow and then would be crying if they melt, too.

- Which oc has a never ending supply of over-the-top reasons for why they never turn in their homework? Well, Schicaruh. At one point he seemed to have made a game ot of 'making Aspell mad'.

- Which oc is the professor/teacher who lets everything slide? Definitely not Aspell.

- Which oc talks to strangers in the checkout line, and generally meets new people wherever they go? Beramot. He is really open minded and talks alot. So it just comes naturally.

- Which oc would rather not talk to people ever, if they can help it, but still takes an interest in their friends’ lives? Schicaruh for he does not care much about strangers.

- Which oc’s best friend is an animal? Zel? Kinda :B

- Which oc starts arguments with strangers in the checkout line? If he is in the mood, Aspell can be quite agressiv when it comes to argumenting. So if someone would start random arguments over minor stuff with strangers it would be him.

- Which oc comes to people’s rescue? Elín - she is quite the 'good guy' when it comes to helping strangers.

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